Getting Your Feet Wet Again

she went and did the inevitable. After falling of the horse some fifteen months ago, mobe took a stroll on the beach tonight and got her feet wet. It's been a long time since I have been embraced and even longer since on a date but like riding a bike, you never forget. And I had a wonderful time with a male twin version of myself and I will never forget it.

You know how people say if they can only have someone who is more like them and how wonderful it would be? I don't think they really have thought things through all that much as I can see areas where that wouldn't work. For one, you couldn't pull the wool over their eyes because they'd see it coming a mile away. Another thing would be the "kidding" factor, and that old adage: "you get what you give" is too true to want to understand. But all in all I found going on a date with "myself" in man's clothes was shocking and intriguing. Talk about a feral beast with a hunger that has been denied for far too long. I said I would pity the next man and I had no idea that I could not only NOT pity him but want to make him suffer, albeit in a good way. I couldn't eat this evening because I wasn't craving food and the smell and taste of his breathe was enough to quench any nutritious hunger pangs I may have felt midday.

I feel awake again and thankful again and don't mind his chatty demeanor as I am long-winded myself. I wanted a "someone" to enrich my life and harbor happiness with and I may have well found it. He is sweet and crass and old-fashioned and new age and proud and even a little bit afraid, just as I am and we are talking which is more than I can say for others in the past. I worked my ass off to keep focus on us now and not our others from the many thens ago. We shall see when the bruises start to heal what the future holds as I am wanting him close even now and we were about as behaved as we could be under the public circumstances. I cannot get enough of his scent and taste and feel of his heartbeat and the softness of the hairs that cover him like a teddy bear. I may have found me my own personal "cuddle bug" and am trying to step out of character and be a better me than I have before. Only, he keeps dragging me along with him mentally into an abyss I know all too well and it is full of promise and scary shit and I am taking it slow! At least I didn't throw myself at him and drain him like prey on our first date, much to his dismay for I think he would have rather enjoyed that! And yes my dear friends, he is aware of the inhuman state of affairs and accepts it as fact and respects it as it should be. Mobe's smiling again and we shall see how long it lasts for, but it has been all over her face for over a week now and doesn't seem to fade.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.