Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
Even with my wife out of town, we are renting a room to a student and, with the way noise travels, I am concerned about having someone over. But, with evenings free now, I am in full hook-up search mode. I’ve been trying to arrange things with Anne, but she still can’t host and I am afraid to have her over. There are some girls in my email that I haven’t talked to in a while that I still think about. I certainly didn’t want to put all of my eggs in the “Anne” basket and have things not work out during this short window of opportunity, so I’m rekindling a bunch of old email threads. Then just to have my bases covered, I posted a few new ads on Craigslist and am keeping a close watch on the “women for men” section.
Elle, who you may remember from a previous post, says that she is so down to be my fuck-toy while my wife is gone, but ‘yeah, right’ I’m thinking, I haven’t heard from her in a few days. But, I did get a promising reply from one of my ads a few days ago. The ad was for seeking a girl in her early 20’s for some “NSA sexual adventures” and I tried to give an honest description of myself and my experience (including marriage status, etc). Given my sexual inexperience, I feel more comfortable looking for women who might be equally inexperienced (not that I am opposed to being with an older woman). Furthermore, I desperately want to roll back the clock to my early twenties and experience sexual promiscuity that I’ve missed out on (being with Anne has been a good start). I’d had replies to this very ad before, and they were typically from girls aged around 20-22, and usually just a short message saying they are “intrigued” or “curious” and wanting some pics. Last time, this turned into a 200 message long sexting exchange that was actually pretty good, but never went further.
So I’ll dub this promising new girl ‘Sierra’. Sierra is as a brown-eyed brunette student at the university in the next city barely into her twenties (younger than Anne), her lovely light-bronze skin and features betrayed some Latin descent. I’ve never been with a girl as thin as her and that makes me very interested. She is fit, very thin, and very cute. Definitely a bit of what I’d describe as a ‘space cadet’ though, out there, kinda crazy, a connected social butterfly, probably too busy corresponding with dozens of people at any one moment that she doesn’t have time for little things like spelling, grammar, or clarity, and likely won’t remember details of half the messages you send her. While Anne’s messages are clear and concise, Sierra’s messages are a mess of misspelled acronyms and jumbled terms that are frequently devoid of clause and syntax. Of course, I have no idea if Sierra will follow through with anything, but she does seem interested, but like me, she has hosting problems given that she is living with roommates. Things are further complicated by her not having a car. I’m very interested though, so I’ve offered to pick her up and even get us a room at a hotel for the night (despite the added risk of a paper trail). One thing I quickly learn about Sierra is she has a busy social life and a very poor concept of time. At first I believed she was just blowing me off, since each time we make plans for the evening, the time for meeting comes and goes and usually 2-6 hours later she gets back to me with some apologies and we try again the next day. I’ve gotten used to this kind of thing with girls I’ve met on CL, and so I never leave the house to meet anyone until I have a firm confirmation message within an hour before the meeting.
At this point, my wife has been gone almost a week and I’ve managed to totally fail at having a hookup. Anne and Sierra are my firmest leads, but neither seem to be working out. Every night I make plans with Sierra, but she keeps flaking out, and Anne keeps hoping she can host (or by some miracle I can get our schedules to mesh with when my renter is out of the house for a few hours), but then that doesn’t work out either.
To be fair, it took me a year just to find Anne, my first affair partner, so I don’t know how much hope I can hold out for Sierra or any other girl for that matter, but you never know. I figure I’ll just keep all my irons in the fire and keep stoking the forge till something happens.