Black Doggerel

There's been a bloke emailing me for ages, since he saw my profile on the naked sauna chatroom - basically along the lines of "I have a big hard cock and will you be there this weekend?" It started while Mum was in hospital and although I stopped replying a while ago I kept getting the odd message along the same lines.

The latest one, CC'd to a whole bunch of naked sauna swingers, was a bit more amusing, though:

"Hi all of you
For your information - ******* **** is 55, definitely married and crap in bed.
I should know - I am his wife
Regards
****** ****"

PWNED!


*snrk*

This started as a comment to someone else's entry about a long-distance internet-based relationship, and I liked writing it so much I decided to post it on its own.

Not every relationship becomes living together happily ever after, but that doesn't mean it's failed. One of the most satisfying, joyous relationships I have is with a man 4151 miles away, who I'm 99% certain I'll never meet in the flesh as long as I live and who I communicate with roughly every three or four months. He'll appear online, we'll have a day (several if I'm lucky) of intense online interaction and then he vanishes again. It's been like this for more than two years now.

I've had a few spells of regret and pain at the gap between us, but eventually I settled into it and accepted it as part of the way things are. We hit each other's lives like comets at intervals, brighten up the sky and then move out of each other's orbits again. It became better when I stopped angsting about the absences and simply gloried in the presences and got on with my life in the times between them - and in fact, that's the basic pattern of all my best relationships now. I'm like rich dark chocolate ice cream, you'd get sick of me fast if you had me for every meal. I'd rather be looked forward to as a treat.

He won't see this entry, but the fanciful side of me likes to think he'll hear me thinking of him. Or perhaps this was all inspired by me hearing him thinking of me?


..in other news, am exchanging emails with a man who saw my profile at the naked sauna website. I've made it clear that I'm out of the swing of that sort of thing for the time being, but I won't be dogsitterless and hip-deep in kittens forever. Like the comet, the other side of me will come around again sooner or later, and it'll be useful to have some contacts - I don't want a repeat of the time I turned up looking for action and there wasn't anyone else there. Rawr!

and in other other news, Cassie is having one of her Siamese days, walking round the flat yelling her head off and only shutting up when her belly is rubbed. Why did I ever imagine any cat of mine would be any less noisy, annoying, demanding and in my face than my dogs?

Got talking last night in the naked sauna chatroom. Must remember to do that more often; hopefully it'll be a way of avoiding what happened last time I went on my own - there was nobody else there at all for about five hours, and by the time anyone else did show up I pretty much had to leave for the last bus before getting any satisfactory action. (This is our local place, Paradise, that I'm talking about. They're doing well but they're never going to be as big and active as Rio's in London. Then again it takes me thirty minutes as opposed to four hours to get there, so, swings and roundabouts, you know?)

Got talking to a nice (as far as one can tell in a chatroom) local couple, though, and they're bringing thirty swingers there next Friday. And I'll be at just as much of a loose end then as I am now. I am SO there. Am also planning to pop in tomorrow and meet them, though I may change my mind about that. I'm not sure I can really afford it twice in a week and if I have to pick one I'll take Friday.

Alhough if they are as nice as they seemed in the chat, they may be a possible source for lifts home - that would make so very much difference. The price of a cab home's my biggest reason for not spending more time there.

Mission accomplished, Sir.

A little while ago I did something thoughtless on impulse that hurt someone I cared about. I was afraid that I'd carelessly, unintentionally broken a friendship that meant - and still means - one fuck of a lot to me.

Today when the mail dropped through my slot I found that true friendship can take a licking and come back kicking.

I'm playing this song and thinking of you. Love you.

saintrobert - you know who and what I'm talking about. I'm afraid the rest of you will just have to keep wondering.

*grin*

In other news, am going to the naughty spa with topbit today. I'm wondering what it will be like going somewhere like that with someone I'm in love with. Rather different from going alone or with a friend. I still intend to have an extremely good time... it's just a little odd. Will report on it later, as fully as I'm allowed to.

*bigger grin*

Fuck me, this is going to be a good year. I am going to be so very,very bad.