3rd Date and It's Getting Deep

He's a difficult one to get a hold of. Being in the DC area, it's no surprise that he's working 14-16 hours a day. Is it because he's a politician? I'll never tell. 

Texting is our preferred way of communication. It's efficient but emotionless. There's no time for that. "Dinner next week? I'm available whenever you need." Me: "Thursday at 8. Tapas?" "Yes, Goddess. I'll make reservations." I felt my excitement was palpable through each letter typed though. He's been checking everythng off of my mental list. I'm used to men being too intimidated to meet for a second date, yet this handsome man has been exceeding expectations? I was intrigued, to say the least.

Over dinner, our conversation spilled out casually and with great humor. We chatted about the annoyance of social constructs, the insecurities of business wifi connections, and random phobias. Not common topics but we bonded over our alternative interests. In his everyday life, he didn't get to confide his secrets in an understanding mind. His perversions? I encouraged them. Taboo or unconventional, my ear was available and my twisted mind toyed with them. Our time spent together wasn't satisfied with just dinner so he offered walking around the block. A square back to my car. I was relishing our time together, so I agreed with this plan. 

My heels clicked against the wet brick of the sidewalk as we joked and made observations. Stopping in front of the church, the energy changed. Like a blast of cool air, I felt suddenly aware of his posturing, feeling him shrinking beside me. It was then that his shaking hands reaching into his suit pocket and pulled out a bent stack of cash. He didn't even glance at the money in his hand, instead fixed straight ahead as if in blind bliss. "This is yours," he stated. "Yes, it is, " my smiling mouth replied. I took the wad and held it in front of my face. "Mine mine mine, " I teased, a twisted sense of appreciation and deserved in my voice. I put it in my purse and continued our slow stroll. However, this time he was bent over for fear of his erection proving how much he was enjoying our exchange. The energy returned to a level of light enjoyment but we both knew the dynamic had totally changed. 

With a tight hug and sweet words exchanged, he left me at my car. On my drive home, I waited until I was at a red light and there was enough streetlights to count the dollars he had given me. It looked impressived in stature but what about in denominations? I had so much fun. If he disappointed me now, well, what a lose that would be. Could he reach this hoop?

$4200 in a mix of $50's and $100'S. I saw it and felt relief. He did it. He rose to the occassion. His actions were supported by his words. He was ready for the next level of my imagination. My fangs felt the forgiveness of the flesh, sinking deeper into his mentality. Was this happening? Am I really a Goddess??

Yes. And Yes. About time we both realize that. We're too deep now.