It begins

Just fired off an e-mail to S. We’ll see how that goes.

I can’t imagine going to bars and meeting people. He’s an attractive option because I know him, and he’s expressed an interest. But picking up people in bars or clubs isn’t the least bit appealing to me. At least we’re both old enough where what you see is what you get. Aside from this initial getting-together period, where we’re trying to figure out what where we stand, things should be pretty straight forward. No need for games; I don’t want games. I’m too old for that shit anyway. You want to be with me? Great. Let’s give it a try. Want to be friends, hey, I can do that too. Want to spend the night? Want me to cook you dinner? I’m easy, I’m willing, just don’t take advantage of me. I won’t take advantage of you either. I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I’m “hot.” Still getting used to that idea, despite the fact the person who has said this is something of an authority on the matter. I’m not used to thinking of myself in that way; I’m just me.

But don’t think for a second I won’t try to use that to my advantage. It would be silly not to, right? ;-)