Erin, if I was clever I wouldn’t do some of the things I do. With me it’s more my instincts and experience that count. I’m very hands on, and need to be where things happen. I think you are being kind but thank you all the same. A colleague took that photo a few months ago. She says it’s the real me, whatever that means! You know, I sense it’s you who is the clever one. I’ve worked with charities in the field and totally relied on the expertise of their admin folk to get someone as disorganised as me where I need to be… and back! So, ‘birthday girl’ next weekend, mid-twenties I’m thinking?
Sam, you’re over-estimating me. No one ever calls me clever – I think it’s something to do with my long blonde hair and boobs. Sometimes people look at me as if I’m just a dumb slut. Maybe they’re right – I’m on here, aren’t I? And for sure, the thought of you being very hands on is playing on my mind! The thing is, I’d like to be seen as normal too if that makes sense. You make me feel good about myself and I can’t remember the last time a man did that. I’ll be twenty-nine next Friday, so about as young as you feel!
Erin, there is no way you are dumb. The way you write shows me that there is so much more to you than your looks and sexuality. Yes, we’ve met on a site like this. So what? You have your needs and I have mine, but they don’t define us. I’ll not presume to say what yours might be or mine, or that we’ll ever share them…but yes, the things that play on your mind play on my mind too.
Sam, the things you say to me, it’s almost as if you know me. For the first time I feel at ease with a man. I feel I can really talk to you and you’ll not judge me. I like your understated manner. You’re a bit mysterious, aren’t you? I probably shouldn’t ask but, if you can, I’d like to know more about what you do… and hmm, what’s playing on your mind then?