I was contemplating pulling the blog and dropping the site…. I went so far as to print to a saved file the posts I felt were good, or archived my life in a way I wanted to keep. But with THIS many posts, I ran out of steam before that little project was done! Then, I’ll be honest, I got lazy and just kept the blog up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
News on the dating front for me is I joined a regular dating site (and no, I didn’t close the sex site…. why, when I’m still getting emails lol). I joined because I’m hoping to meet a better class of FWB men and also because as I age further from my sexual peak it takes more than just the flashbang sex I’ve enjoyed in the past. I’ll never find the all around perfection of Sex God as a BF\/FWB… but perhaps I could get closer than the NSA out there on a different site. So I did a bit of research and choose Bumble and Hinge, and even then only set up Bumble. I had to pay for a month of Premium to just sort out parameters in a way I wanted and it took me over a week to even figure out what I was doing! After all, with my left\/right dyslexia I may have swiped the wrong way on the occasional profile…fingers slip! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
After finally sorting out Bumble, I got into a bit of a rhythm. Instead of scrolling through all the guy profiles, swiping yes or no on them (unless I’m really bored) I just scroll through the guys who’ve said yes on me. BUT… once I’ve said yes to them, we’ve matched and it’s up to me to make the first contact. Not that I’m shy… more like, I’d rather not talk to too many at once. So I sent a few opening chats out and had 2 conversations that seem to go nowhere and 1 we couldn’t seem to find a time to set up a meet. And ONE who was so aggressively obsessed with getting an assurance from me that we WOULD date and not waste his time at a meet and then blow him off. It was the most interesting example of a self-fulfilling prophecy… I only wish I could have screen shot the conversation to show. But I do have my first meet in person on Tuesday…. we’ll see how that plans out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then… I was watching the new Netflix show The Principals of Pleasure and in episode 2 they talk about how men are visual (which we all knew) and women are into the story. (Completely makes sense, I just never realized it was about the story when I used my imagination to masturbate. Although that explains why I’d rather read cartoon porn stories than watch a porn film.) But then they said that auditory porn is the closest you can get to this and all I could visualize was listening to a sexy male Scottish accent reading erotica and I was quickly googling apps that do that! I’ve downloaded DipseaStories and plan on trying it out tonight…. if I can find a pair of headphones!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Note on the Principals of Pleasure episode 1. I got really lucky. Perhaps because my mom was in the medical field, she made sure I knew all about the female body…. or perhaps because as kids we found dad’s stash of Playboy’s… or perhaps because we did get some sort of sex education in 5th grade (and no I don’t remember anything about it lol) or perhaps because my mom knew I’d been masturbating since I was 4 and NEVER said anything good or bad about it or that she knew… or perhaps it’s just I’m enough of a narcissist to NEVER give up what gives me pleasure…. but I think I turned out incredibly well rounded sexually. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was contemplating pulling the blog and dropping the site…. I went so far as to print to a saved file the posts I felt were good, or archived my life in a way I wanted to keep. But with … Continue reading