Next, I'm dating "George." He works in latex. Truthfully, George wears latex for his job...in healthcare. After I shared with him my Halloween Erotica poem, George suggested a date on Halloween. Coincidence? Perhaps; he didn't grab for my candy corns that night.
George is sweet, nerdy, smart and reliable--sort of a higher end model of George Costanza. While both are neurotic, this George exhibits a calm and steady neurosis. He's not at all dramatic. He doesn't carry a magazine cut-out photo of a famous model, boasting that she was his ex-fiance; hasn't lived with his mom since he was a kid, and doesn't have issues with shrinkage. Well, I can't say this for sure. We haven't showered or gone skinny-dipping together. I have good reason to not worry about this, though. Wink. Remember "the swirl"? Yeah, I'm glad he learned that one.
Thanks to my buddy, Bryan, this image sticks with me these days.
While there are differences between Georges, they both know latex. We had this chat the other day:
"A lot of people are allergic to latex nowadays, so we have to avoid it," he informed.
"What do they do about sex?" I asked.
"I guess they have to abstain or resort to masturbation," he suggested, factually.
We both giggled.
"When I ask men who come into the office if they're allergic to latex," he told me, "they very proudly and in a deep voice say, 'Oh no! Not at all. I'm NOT allergic to latex.'"
~~~So, with George in my life now, and with trying to finish my novel asap (I plan to have it written by year's end), and with other big (I use this word with a smile) things that have come up, I may be off-grid more than usual. My apologies. I'm not leaving blogland, that's for sure. I'm already working on spinning some holiday erotica. Be well!