I've always been told what a stubborn girl I can be. It's true. My stubbornness has gotten the best of me on more than one occasion, sometimes to own detriment. Just ask my teachers at boarding school if you need confirmation on that. This time, though, not so much. You see...I've been thinking. I'm not getting any younger you know.
Both Don and I happened to be at the Inn today. We started talking. This time I am all bathed and smelling sweet. I asked him over and he said sure. So here we are. At home. Alone.
Did I say we talked. We sure did. Though I didn't try to hug him, I blew a little kiss his way and he was all up in that, if you know what I mean. He liked it!
We shared a sweet kiss. I gotta tell you. That man knows how to kiss! I'm sure he has had plenty of experience in kissing and other things.
I'd like to be able to say that Don was totally into me. That he was totally into us...him and me. But we all know that just isn't the case. I was into him because he is so handsome and experienced. He was into me because I'm a girl who smells good and looks good and dare I say...willing? So we went for it.
We went for it. For the moment. For the pleasure and the thrill. We did.
We did the deed. We rocked that poor dumpster. I don't regret a moment of that day either. Were we in love? No. But I sure have a new respect for that man and his ability to please his woman.
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