I would like to thank Mr. Shot. I know I was kind of getting him out of his in-laws house; however, he prevented me from spending yet another weekend doing nothing as well. I would also like to apologize to Mr. Shot. I don’t think he realized that I would be obsessing about having sex with some bartender when we went out; and he took it well.
So, after two beers, I decided that I could talk to the Bartender. It went ok. He did talk to me; and he remembered things that I’d told him months ago (I don’t really know how). But he did not tell me how much he’d missed my sweet ass and ask me to come home with him just one more time (which is all I’d need or want at this point). But I didn’t run and hide. And I didn’t just sulk in the corner like I normally would have done (it’s like baby steps here).
But alls well that ends well (perhaps I should stop saying that). After Mr. Shot and I parted ways, I decided that any action was better than no action. I made a little stop. There were two men. The first was a bit older; however, he had a good look to him. Nice guy too.
The second was a bit more random. He was obviously “straight” (I don’t think it was his first time, and I don’t think it will be his last). But he was good looking and had a very sizeable member. He kept having to go to the bathroom. I don’t know what that was about; however, he left before I could ask him (or really finish up with him).
And while I haven’t exactly gotten my groove back, I am getting back to my old self.
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