Friday, July 3, 2009

distraction

My dear girlfriend told me that coping with heartache is all about distraction. She's advised me to get out there and have fun... find someone who will make me feel good about myself, make me feel wanted, make me feel attractive, make me feel sexy. Essentially, she thinks I need my ego stroked in order to help cope with the heartache. It won't make the pain go away, but it will dull it - at least temporarily.

So I've decided to take her advice. There are two new dominant men on the radar. I haven't met either yet, but we've been corresponding electronically - via emails and live chat through messenger.


Mr D:
- about 15 years my senior
- currently lives about 5 hours away, but is considering relocating to my city for career advancement purposes.
- single
- no children
- I'm not sure I'm physically attracted to him - I'll have to judge that in person

Mr M:
- only about two years my senior (that's a little young for my taste)
- relatively local (he lives about an hour away)
- single
- I'm definitely physically attracted to him


Mr D plans to visit some family in my area next week. We will meet during that time - a platonic meeting just to gage our chemistry. We'll see how that goes.

I only started communicating with Mr M a few days ago. I know little about him and I'm not sure when we'll meet. No plans have been set yet. We'll see how that goes.

The distraction feels good while I'm being distracted, but I still think very much about the one who I thought would change my life (he was Mr J.R.). I still hurt and am still terribly confused about what happened. I don't know when I'll be able to let that go.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

oh good luck!!!

xx

super-goddess

Kold_Kadavr_flatliner said...

Sweetheart, you aren't a slut. You're a precious, indelible, adorable girl made4heaven; but, yet, if you wanna continue on this destructive path even after our Warning, Jesus, whom we all must face someday at death's hour, will give you some time to think about it, then, Jesus will leeve you due to mortal sin in thy soul. And I don't wanna see you go down. I love you... whether or not you have a deee-licious, hefty, cup size I could suckle/nuzzle on for days in Heaven. Lemme wanna gonna give you MY view on the experience I had Upstairs which I literally croaked and was sent up for a brief second --- Wanna be at my BIG-ol, kick-ass, party-hardy celebrating our resurrection for maaany eons in Heaven Above, girl? Nikkid floating, beyond-beautiful-bongs, firecracker-colors never before seen, and pleasure-beyond-measure? Meet me Upstairs, girl, and I’ll softly caress your adorable feet for years; I so love you because you’re a part of me (Ying/Yang). You’re more than welcome; you’re so definitely invited --- But, alas, few can handle the TRUTH anymore in this superSILLYous age fulla whorizontal deceit - most of U.S. believe only in the relativism of this zoo-illogical psychosis. Egad! Can you? HooRayGun, sez Ronald Raygun! God - Bless - You. See ya soon for our everlasting journey beyond the clouds --- A lovely chest like yours DOES NOT deserve to be anywhere but in Heaven getting her orgasm from suckling in my opinion HeeHee Meet me Upstairs, girl. We'll have fun.