So, last week, as you know, I bit the bullet and met someone for coffee. He’s the first one I’ve met in 6-8 years, and I was REALLY nervous. But, it went ok, and I felt that sexual spark between us. No, Pammie did not get laid! (A few kisses, though). I met him again today and no, I did not get laid! Nice guy, but a little too far away for me really, I need someone closer than 90 minutes away. Not really sure if I’ll see him again, I went away feeling somewhat unsettled. He’s not a talker at all, not someone who shares his feelings about anything, doesn’t call and emails have a few words at best. Y’all know how much of a communicator I am.

SO …. swing to this afternoon. I met someone for coffee! I was nervous meeting this one, though not as much as I thought I’d be … maybe because we’d talked on the phone at length and in email.

Cute guy and made me feel very comfortable right away — none of that awkwardness that can happen. We were talking for nearly 3 hours and I swear I could have talked to him about 30! Very very easy to talk to! Perfect gentleman (godnose he’d been warned) and the most he did was hold my hand, though it was just to warm it up (I was ice cold due to nerves) but that felt really really good. Y’all know how much of a cuddlebunny and toucher I am. He is more open about his feelings about things and I didn’t feel like I was walking on glass when asking him questions, either. Will I see him again? I believe so — when I was talking to him and made a comment like “if you saw me again” and he said “not if. when”. Wow. I didn’t make the comment to get a reaction at all (it truly was part of a conversation) but the answer was — wow. Hehe, that’s all I can say — wow.

Oh, the best part? Neither is a hair lover. The first does prefer a woman not shave below but accepts it everywhere else. The second basically feels the same, that it’s the person that matters and not something like hair that would get in the way. Sorry, guys reading this, but this is really refreshing, to not deal with someone obsessed with the hair. Neither asked me how hairy I was, where the hair was, how long, how thick, etc. They just accepted me as I was. Yeah, neither is aware of the full spectrum or scope, but I’m taking the advice of a wise woman and not sharing every tidbit about the hair.

Seems like Pammie is finally breaking down a few walls.

Wow, indeed.

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