This weekend was interesting. I actually got a chance to clean my bathroom. Took me about 2 hours to do, but got it done. I really have not had a chance to since work and the whole merger ordeal. Started on the main room as well. Went shopping for my camping trip and spent about 260 bucks. Lugging it 3 city blocks was a work out in itself. But I got my cooler, heater, light, air bed, sandals, and few other items. Which is nice, I am basically set for items for the trip. I was going to go out on Saturday night, but got to tired and stayed home.
Sunday, I planned on meeting this guy that I met last weekend briefly, again on Sunday. I put on my kilt, and headed out a little early to stop at the leather shop before meeting him at the bar. Even after the shop, I was there nearly an hour before he said he be there. I caught up with one of the bartenders, and one of the barbacks while I waited. I had my one Capitan Morgan and Coke, and switched to just coke after that. Was upstairs and ran into a few people I knew and started chatting. Well, I went to walk around to see if anyone else I knew showed up and when I returned the guy that I was to meet was up talking with the others. I did not even know he knew them. Funny. This guy, lets call him, Frank. Frank and I met like I said the weekend prior, and he got sidetracked by some other guys he knew and we did not get a chance to meet back up that night. I found him very handsome, and he had my number on weakness, yea one better than petting the back of my head. He was taller than I was!!! Now being 6′4”, it’s hard to find someone taller than myself that was handsome. Most seem to be so thin I would break them in two if I got a hold of them or just plain ugly. Well, Frank and I talked a bit, and me wearing the kilt I got some normal, “whats underneath”, and the looking and not asking ones. But wearing it, I talk most in stride. After a few hours, Frank mentioned something about food, and I was getting hungry so I suggested we go get food. While trying to say night to a few people he runs into someone he been chatting online with and we get to talking to the couple and such. Another 30 minutes or so later we finally go to get food. We sat down about 8ish, ordered and chatted away, by time we knew it was oh, about midnight. Then we chatted for nearly another hour outside the place. So, needless to say, I got to bed about 1:30am… was it worth it, HELL YEA. Frank is great guy, gamer, watches cartoons, likes to hike, nice sense of humor, very good looking, taller than me.. WOOT, into leather and more. Granted he is not into the hard core stuff, but thats what got me thinking. Am I expecting to much of myself to try to go hard core? Is being a playful, passionate pup, with a few other things thrown in every once in a while good enough? Since I am pure pup, not boy, nor slave, maybe it would be enough.
When Mark comes into town this week, and we meet up, we will talk about the leather club he belongs to and see if it is something I would be interested in pursuing, or not. And if we play again, see what I think of it after we are done.
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