Wooooot

I want to be really careful about jinxing myself here.

But.

I think the Drought is officially over.

Although it should be said it was a somewhat self-imposed drought. I took some time out, I evaluated what I did and did not want in a partner, and I dug in my heels and waited. (And waited... and waited...) And even though it was difficult in the extreme I think I learned something, grew as a person, all that bullshit, and now I am more balanced and mature as a result.

NOW LET'S NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN.

Meanwhile, I think I could fall in love with this guy. I think I AM falling in love with this guy.

Like, you know when you have sex with someone for the first time, and it's always that little bit disappointing? And then you freak out that it is indicative of how sex is going to be with that person forever and ever and OH GOD the sex was better with your ex even though they were a GIANT ARSE who smoked, treated you as their personal chauffeur and were just generally a big fat annoying ARSE HEAD all of the time.

Not that the first time with my current lover was bad. But just, you know, a bit awkward in places, both people still fairly guarded with each other, that sort of thing.

But last night I went over there and things just seemed to click into place. (Cuffs... cock... lol). But before any of that happened he gave me a massage! He's recently completed a massage course and he's got the table and everything, and man, it was amazing.

*distracted from typing momentarily by massage induced drooling*

Note: Massage tables are also the ideal height for other activities. Plus they're padded with all sorts of places to tie rope...

He's just so great. *sigh* He makes me all dreamy. All wet dreamy. Lol.

Sorry to be annoying happy people. But it makes a nice change from the bitter, depressed cynical in the extreme Agent Z.

In other news a certain ex of mine turns 30 tomorrow. 30 years of age. Craaaazy.