Orpheus and I had a neat little weekend, though penetration-free. There was flirtation with the idea of a three-way with a very good friend (and ex-f-buddy,) of mine who came to town, but his incessant, nervous conversation at dinner on Friday kinda ended that idea. On Saturday, I played Dungeons and Dragons, and it was the first session where my character, by herself, saved the party from near-certain Total Party Kill (TPK). We did lose one player, but he was given a true resurrection, which made it a pretty nice day for him, overall. Let’s just say this… Cunegonde Deepaxe dominated the battlefield but good.
On Sunday, we started off saying goodbye to my nervous friend from out of town by taking him to breakfast. We made a lovely dinner, one O. had wanted to make for awhile (home-made pizza), and had a great side-salad with some leftover ginger dressing I’d made for Friday. Also, we had a speculative date with a new prospective sex friend. It was a meet and greet session, so there were no pants removed, but it was pretty clear to everyone at the table that there is at least room for a good friendship. Given the amount of strained fabric in the front panel of our collective pants, naked friendship is a distinct possibility. However, after our first abortive attempt at occasional playing together, Orpheus and I both agreed that we’d really have to get to know the person before clothes came off in the future, so… In the meantime, we’re both kind of amazed at how much we enjoyed ourselves last night.
Tonight, it’s pork loin roast and the bars for a single drink. Hooray for St. Patrick, the man who purportedly drove the snakes from Eire and all, but really. How dumb do you think I am? It’s Tuesday tomorrow, and that spells “beginning of the week.” Wish me well!
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