confessions
lux so this new girl is going to move in, and she's a christian. my experiences with christians are so varied that i have difficulty gauging if she is going to have problems with me and my lifestyle. obviously, if i bring home a girl to fuck, this may be a problem. but am i being just as judgmental as i am scared she is?

last night we all drank tequila and i asked paul if he wanted a mag light to go get his laundry. he held up one of those glass devotional candles and said, "naw, i'm goin' old school." we all chuckled and i thought i heard a tone of shock in her voice, and she sort of mumbled through her chuckles, "that's so sacrelig..." maybe she thought i didn't hear her. maybe she caught herself.
100702
...
lux my boss' boss (BB) is this guy who is only slightly older than men i've fucked. he's married with two daughters. my work group is fairly close, and we've all gone out for beers before. it usually starts with 15 of us or so, and dwindles down to 4 or 5, and then 3. usually those three are my boss' boss (BB), april, and myself. BB and i have chemistry. it frightens me, and i can't tell this to anyone. we talk about music, and he's surprised at the obscure shite that i know based on my age. squeeze came up and he mentioned pulling mussels from a shell, and i was shocked and said... i love that song. he ended up leaving early and i went home and sent him a text that says, "they do it down on camber sands, they do it at Waikiki." later that night he sent me one back: "You wish you had a motor boat to pose around the harbor..."

this was all about a month ago. two days ago we all went out again, just the three of us: BB, april, and me. he toasted to camber sands.

later that night i got even drunker and sent him another text that said, "Thanks again for the beer. And the Harold Robbins paperback."

the next morning, i received,
"Thanks for the company Maid Marion..."

***
where will this go? will it fade off as delicately as his ellipses?
100702
...
rt i'm hooked. keep us posted. 100702
what's it to you?
who go
blather
from