Discommbobulated

To blog or not to blog is the dilemma tonight. Trifling decision. Mundane. My date tonight was adventurous as He indulged me in the latest theoretical topic. I always start to feel more sexy when the communication has substance. Crossing my legs. I chuckle. Glad that I wore my pink lacy panties underneath my ripped up bleached colored jeans. He never said it was an upscale place. Even so, it’s Friday and the office norm is casual. But underneath it’s more than comfortable. It’s demanding attention. Dear lord, I’ve heard about Freud, Stalin, skinner. Waiting for a desirable enticing topic. Do I always need to be patient? To wait until I’m instructed to perform? Hopefully not. After dinner we walk hand in hand to my way home. He presses his lips on mine. Is this Deserving? I graciously thank Him for my meal. He’s deprived and so am I. It’s not enough. I thank him. Tonight, I’m alone.