Hot for teacher

Looks like it's the end of one era and the beginning of another.  Tonight was my second date with the teacher.  While getting dressed I grabbed my rings from the jewelry box on my dresser.  While putting one on I dropped the hematite ring I wear on my left middle finger and it shattered as it hit the tile floor.  Interestingly enough, that ring was my last real tangible link to 'the Ex' -- I bought it during a trip we made to the Coral Castle in January and have worn it since.  So that ring was absent when the teacher and I kissed for the first time.  We went to an Italian place in downtown Hollywood for dinner, during which I suffered a panic attack.  For those who have never met me, I carry 'my satchel', which everyone else refers to as my 'purse' or 'fag bag', everywhere I go.  It's a black fanny pack that I sling over my shoulder.  I can't stand having anything in my pockets so I throw everything I need in 'my satch': keys, wallet, smokes, contact lens drops, Listerine strips and a bottle with a few Xanax.  I NEVER leave home without a couple of Xanax just in case; as I suffer from social anxiety disorder they're my security blanket.  But when I go on a date I don't bring 'the satch' -- I stuff whatever I deem essential in my pockets.  Since this was our second date I didn't think I'd need Xannies, and didn't think the prescription bottle bulging in my pants would be a good look, so I left them behind.  Wrong move.  I'm sitting at the table trying to act cool as I'm freaking out, expecting to fall to the floor any minute and flop around like a fish out of water.  Fortunately, I've had enough panic attacks to be able to ride it out without acting like a lunatic (at least I hope I did).  After dinner we walked to O'Hara's to listen to some music.  I was drinking a Jack on the rocks when a waitress came up and informed us it was a 2 drink per person minimum per set.  Despite not being a drinker the teacher was a trooper and ordered a Kahlua and creme.  She ended up drinking 2 before we left, which may or may not have led to our first kiss while saying goodnight.

I'm particularly fond of her and the kissing was great, but it feels awfully strange.  It's like she's Sweet Polly Purebread and I'm Dick Dastardly (sorry if any of you younger brothers or sisters don't know what I'm talking about).  She's 27 and was with her husband from the age of 19 until a few months ago -- I would bet dollars to donuts that she's slept with less than 5 men.  After our 'body count' discussions you all know I've slept with almost 25 women.  Tonight I learned that in addition to never being drunk, she's never smoked a cigarette or tried pot.  I'll assume that unlike me she's never dropped acid, snorted coke or crystal meth, eaten magic mushrooms, done speed, or taken Valium or prescription drugs for recreation.  They say opposites attract, but can our respective lifestyles coexist?  And what if we had sex: I have a funny feeling that she wouldn't put 'Little Creepy' in her mouth after he was in her vag or let me cum in her face.  And what about anal sex?  'The Ex' was as warm, nice, sweet and pure as they came, but in the bedroom she was fire and brimstone.  However, she drank, cursed, smoked and even got high on occasion.  The teacher doesn't appear to have even a hint of wild in her.  We both really seem to dig each other at this point, so this is gonna end in a fiery crash, the Rev corrupting and converting her into a member of The Church, or her pulling the mindblow of the century by turning out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.  However it turns out, it should be very, interesting.  Stay tuned...

 

       

Comments

[Creepy]

It was a nice kiss.