Sunday, 1 November 2009

Better Days

Well, a much better couple of days, my dears. I had a very depressed fed up sailor on friday, and now he seems much improved - and back on form! I got a very naughty photo yesterday, and some rather specific requests for photos - well, only too happy to oblige my dear. And a few naughty texts - excellent. The one cloud on the horizon is next week's meeting - which is still a little in doubt. His daft oh got tickets for a thing from a rather dubious ticket agency, and paid terrifically over the odds as well. And they haven't arrived yet. There is a strike on with the post though, which could be one reason. But can't count our chickens until they actually come.

The poor man was so fed up because he couldn't see that we would ever meet up at this rate - with the tickets in doubt and everything. So I had to cheer him up and say that I wasn't going anywhere - and got a lovely photographic reward. He's very worried that he's not up to scratch size wise -he's seen ads from women saying, don't call if you're not eight inches - he reckons he's six. Well, I said I felt a bit scared by eight inches, cos I'm not that big myself - I'm not, really. And I said (and I mean it) that I thought it looked just perfect and lovely. Very frustrating though - just want to reach in and grab it - yum. So cross your fingers for me that these bloody tickets come!!

Also got a missed chat alert from the doc - dammit. I am still worried about him, and hope he's okay - but it's kind of good for him to miss me I think. Maybe I'll catch him today. Also, my toyboy has not been heard of for a couple of days - we'd got to the sending a photo stage. Maybe he's chickened out. Not to worry. Was a nice thought though, wasn't it? And I do have two other lovely men, so things are looking good. Later xxxxxxx

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