53 Marbles
The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.
Albert Einstein
I wake up with a man in my bed when all I want is to do my own thing. He leaves early after I explain that I need to go do some research, go to a few museums, boring stuff. He asks if I’d call him later. I agree.
I go to a museum and walk through The History of New Orleans exhibit. I also go to a Hurricane Katrina exhibition. My day is fluid and I feel like I’m exactly where I need to be.
I see a palm reader on Jackson Square. Apparently, he’s a member of the Hell’s Angels and I should know this by the insignia on his headscarf. He tells me I’ll be famous and asks me out on a date. I’m wondering if, in my new silk dress, I come across as a woman who would date a Hell’s Angel? I decline his offer.
I call the dude from last night and we get together for dinner and a movie. He seems sweet, he makes me laugh, he’s very clever, but I’m not looking. I tell him I’m like a slippery fish, and if he tries to hold me too tightly, I’ll just slip right out of his clutch.
I give myself a “get out of jail free” card for the sex we have because it’s travel sex and it should be exempt. The goal is to stay out of relationships with anyone other than myself.
Have you ever planned a trip by yourself? How much fun could you have going to a place that you’ve always wanted to go to? What kink of adventure would unfold? (Alright, that was supposed to read “kind” of adventure but I had a Freudian typo)
Albert Einstein
I wake up with a man in my bed when all I want is to do my own thing. He leaves early after I explain that I need to go do some research, go to a few museums, boring stuff. He asks if I’d call him later. I agree.
I go to a museum and walk through The History of New Orleans exhibit. I also go to a Hurricane Katrina exhibition. My day is fluid and I feel like I’m exactly where I need to be.
I see a palm reader on Jackson Square. Apparently, he’s a member of the Hell’s Angels and I should know this by the insignia on his headscarf. He tells me I’ll be famous and asks me out on a date. I’m wondering if, in my new silk dress, I come across as a woman who would date a Hell’s Angel? I decline his offer.
I call the dude from last night and we get together for dinner and a movie. He seems sweet, he makes me laugh, he’s very clever, but I’m not looking. I tell him I’m like a slippery fish, and if he tries to hold me too tightly, I’ll just slip right out of his clutch.
I give myself a “get out of jail free” card for the sex we have because it’s travel sex and it should be exempt. The goal is to stay out of relationships with anyone other than myself.
Have you ever planned a trip by yourself? How much fun could you have going to a place that you’ve always wanted to go to? What kink of adventure would unfold? (Alright, that was supposed to read “kind” of adventure but I had a Freudian typo)
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