Apparently, the email I sent her wasn't that bad.
I just got off a thirty hour date.
She's not particularly experienced in bed, but she's enthusiastic (god is she) and wants to learn everything I have to teach.
Getting email from the six foot redhead while she was here was a little odd, but certainly played right into the "I'm a womanizer" thing that I've set up.
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And then I had a coworker read the email she sent me and he nearly smacked me, as she was being playing and teasing.
And her response to my clean-up-my-mess email was even better.
We'll see.
I miss the jaguar. Well, I miss the blowjobs.
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I sent the girl an email last night asking her out again.
She did not take well to it at all. The email was very brusque and to the point, and totally uncharming.
Think I fucked this one up. Alas.
Next.
I did have the red headed six footer over after the Jaguar dumped me on Saturday (it was a busy three day weekend!!) and managed to not have sex with her, although she spent the night and bought lingerie specially for the evening. It's all weird.
My mojo needs work.
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I met a girl. I mean, you know, I met a girl!
We talked about superstring theory.
When I talked about Bluetooth toys I want to build, she was interested.
When I kissed her, she got dizzy and nearly fell down.
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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Last night I brought the Jaguar to orgasm three times.
By kissing her.
I'm a damn fine hypnotist.
And maybe, if you're good, I'll share the secret.
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I had the vomiting superpuke thing for 24 hours just now, and two interesting things happened.
1) I went into a totally asexual mode. I looked at fashion magazines, porn what have you, not a single woman interested me. Nothing.
2) I kept having fever dreams about the Cuban.
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