Dream Weaver

Well- here is my story. Simple and true.

I have been working on his guy for weeks. We are party friends. We have consistent;y seen each other - and had very pleasant conversations. For a couple years now. I didn't pay much attention - on account of book worm - and my insanity.

DreamWeaver and I have had a meeting of the minds . We have so much in common. And every conversation seems to be easy breezy.

Two weeks ago we met at our mutual friend's birthday party. It was great. We spent lots of time talking about music ( my specialty) and it flowed so well. I even drunkenly tried to pretend to play bad pool. It was more life drunken playing.... Not bad playing, but he spent time teaching me the keys of it all. How could a girl who was so smitten argue?

I invited me to a party at my place the next week. He didn't show ( due to a bunch of circumstances), but all the same he walked me home to a cab that night. I thought ti was good - but he didn;t get in the cab with me. I figured it was cuz i was too drunk or something.

He never showed to the party ... But he was going to...But our mutual friend ruined it with his own impatience - another story altogether.

Fast forward to the party tonight. He was a "white Mr T"/ Taxi Driver etc. I was a horn fortune teller. Hallowe;en in case you missed it.

We talked and drank the night away. Talking about lst time we met. I admitted my pool skills... he said he just wanted me to learn something.
It was great as always. It slowly became time to go. I hinted we could take a cab - book worm advised me that he would join us (boo). We left with some other folk... the three of us got into a cab. I thought it was a bad sign- but when bookworm got out... he said where too.

I advised him and suggested that since it was so out of the way - we could go for a a night cap at my place. He agreed. It seemed good from there.

We got back to my place... after I had touched his leg many times = in the cab. We talked and drank and did other unmetionables - but no futher touching activities.

We talked and had a great time. What gets me is that we have so much in common it is really insanity. We could truly be on the same track.... if only we had each other to guide the others way.

He spends like 45 minutes at my place... and leaves. HE LEAVES... mumbling about having to go out of town the next morning.....
And he leaves.
What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to do to iniate things? Help me people - because I am apparently stupid.

How do you go from - do you want a drink to do you want a blow job?

How - cuz I missed the boat it seems,'
he is hot. It would have been a coo for sure.