Bachelor seems to be losing his sharpness
YOU all know that my sister harbours little admiration for Carol, yeah? Well, last Friday evening, the girl passed me a chance of a lifetime, a pass that would see me officially close in on Diana.
YOU all know that my sister harbours little admiration for Carol, yeah? Well, last Friday evening, the girl passed me a chance of a lifetime, a pass that would see me officially close in on Diana.
It started off like a joke, as if she was insinuating something, but, actually, the woman was serious.
About 6:00pm she suddenly told us she had proggie. That a friend had asked her to visit and spend the night. Well, I didn’t know if the friend in question was actually female. But, at least, that was what she told us.
You know what that meant? That I would spend the night with Diana in the house undisturbed.
But like you know. I wasn’t about to start counting my chicks before they hatched. No. I knew Diana. And that the best thing I had to do was to act slow with her. That evening I watched her prepare a meal. I watched her serve and have dinner. And I thought I had never seen anything more graceful. After we had eaten she requested to help me wash my hands and it felt just so nice.
But later when I retired to the bedroom I failed to get sleep. Instead I was thinking about how best to approach Diana.
And as if everything that night was tailored to suit me, Diana walked into the room and sat next to me. She began talking about our past, reminding me oaf when she told me to buy another bed, claiming the one I had had been defiled and many other incidents. Particularly, I was intrigued by the way she was looking at me. You know with eyes so imploring just like when the once used-to-be hot item met again. I don’t know for how long we spoke, but somehow I left her lying on the bed and told her I needed to go to the couch. She simply told me I didn’t have to go.
Much as a part of me demanded I leave the room, the other was willing to stay. But we did not do what you guys are thinking of. No. Stuff does not happen just like that.
Jeez, that was the moment I had for long craved for. But now that I had it, somehow I do not know what was wrong with me. I was feeling clumsy; something. That had never happened to me.
Well, the whole thing reminded me of that moment before I lost my virginity.
It started off like a joke, as if she was insinuating something, but, actually, the woman was serious.
About 6:00pm she suddenly told us she had proggie. That a friend had asked her to visit and spend the night. Well, I didn’t know if the friend in question was actually female. But, at least, that was what she told us.
You know what that meant? That I would spend the night with Diana in the house undisturbed.
But like you know. I wasn’t about to start counting my chicks before they hatched. No. I knew Diana. And that the best thing I had to do was to act slow with her. That evening I watched her prepare a meal. I watched her serve and have dinner. And I thought I had never seen anything more graceful. After we had eaten she requested to help me wash my hands and it felt just so nice.
But later when I retired to the bedroom I failed to get sleep. Instead I was thinking about how best to approach Diana.
And as if everything that night was tailored to suit me, Diana walked into the room and sat next to me. She began talking about our past, reminding me oaf when she told me to buy another bed, claiming the one I had had been defiled and many other incidents. Particularly, I was intrigued by the way she was looking at me. You know with eyes so imploring just like when the once used-to-be hot item met again. I don’t know for how long we spoke, but somehow I left her lying on the bed and told her I needed to go to the couch. She simply told me I didn’t have to go.
Much as a part of me demanded I leave the room, the other was willing to stay. But we did not do what you guys are thinking of. No. Stuff does not happen just like that.
Jeez, that was the moment I had for long craved for. But now that I had it, somehow I do not know what was wrong with me. I was feeling clumsy; something. That had never happened to me.
Well, the whole thing reminded me of that moment before I lost my virginity.