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Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Celibacy Breakage, Superman Look-alike

Dear Sillies,
The next man to have broken my celibacy streak looks like this: 

   Cute, right? A Clark Kent lookalike perhaps. My Superman? A super man, a great guy, a decent dweeb, or another numbskull? Let's find out...

   I was in my zone, riding the on-stage high that my comedic routines unexpectedly and occasionally deliver. My lines about, well, length and inches and stuff --um, "mathematical" measurements with a mostly male audience)-- reaped uproarious laughter. To my left, an adorable man and his lovely brunette friend, cheered giddily. 
   I commented on her good fortune, assuming they were a couple. Her expression told me "No, we're just friends. You just gave me an idea."
   After the show, as I chatted with other comics by the bar, this sweet lady introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Marla." We shook hands. "You were hilarious! Can I introduce you to my friend?" she asked.
   "That's nice of you. Sure."
   Marla walked me to Clark, who sat at a nearby table. 
   "Oh, I thought you were together."
   "No. We both teach at MLK Middle School." Cool, right?
   After the introductions, Clark sat with chest pressed out: "I can give you nine inches."  His smile, endearingly intoxicated. "But it'll be in three installments." 
   "Hey, a gal's not picky," I chuckled. "I mean, this gal isn't." 
   So naturally or not, I ended up driving Clark home. I mean, I couldn't let Clark drive drunk. Right? This proceeded more chatter, and Marla's assurance that he's not a creep. I could trust a lovely woman who's a teacher with a drunken male friend teacher, right? 
   Turned out, hours later, yeah, I could trust him. Myself? Not so much. It was very fun and naughty but not to-the-full-extreme-of-naughty. Clark repeatedly requested that I spend the night. 
   "My bed is really big, so our bodies won't touch at all," he bargained.
   The night ended with Clark's telling me it was up to me to contact him "since you're rejecting me," but I got the most flirtatious, drunkenly cute smile from him and meager wave "goodbye" (after a kiss and embrace too). 
   I called the next day.     ...to be continued. I know, I'm such a tease.

18 comments:

  1. Hooray for broken celibacy. Something which should be shattered rather than broken.

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    1. True, EC. Breakage is too definitive. I need my rebound, solo time.
      Thank you.

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  2. "I can give you nine inches."

    My six favorite words from a man in English.

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    1. Haha. Mine too, Mistress. Well, it's a little intimidating, unless that's several installments - more what I'm used to.
      Cheers.

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  3. Hey - the installment plan works. Oh you tease! I sure hope this ends up with happy Robyn and a grin.

    Or the chocolate ending.... Take care. We await part 2 and 3

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    1. It all starts and ends with chocolate over here.
      Thanks, Joanne.

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  4. Dear Robyn, I never used that clever line but it reminds me of youth, when my erogenous zone extended several thousand miles beyond my actual body. Enjoy yourself. Best wishes.

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    1. Excellent analogy, Geo. In fact, I read about your erogenous zone, in fact. Oh wait, that was Dwyer's Erroneous Zones. Smiles. <-You do that to me.
      Be well, Dear Geo.

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  5. Enjoy the 9 inches but don’t expect much more. I don’t like the fact that he said you call him even if he was drunk. So use, rinse, release.

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    1. You're sharp. It was a bit strange, yes. Narcissistic too. I suspect I was the only gal who wouldn't spend the night, maybe. In that case, Birgit, I'm glad I didn't (yet)...Thank you, always, for the support.

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  6. Ha! I LOVE it!! Can't wait to hear what has happened with him!!

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    1. Thank you. We're here for each other, my friend.
      Hugs.

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  7. 9 inches! Sounds like he's the tease! 3 instalments? Oh dear... lucky his bed is big. Something's gotta be ;)

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    1. Haha. You are funny. A fair number of the men I've dated should have really big beds. Smiles.
      Love.

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  8. This will be an interesting saga for sure!

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