  urlLink Red Shirt We had our fourth date on Monday night. (I can't even remember the last time I had a fourth date. Woo-hoo! ) He's still as charming and sexy and friendly as always ... but I get the feeling the spark is gone. The entire evening was completely interchangeable with what you would expect at a plain-old dinner with a plain-old friend. But ... He IS traveling a ton for work. And he scheduled our date on one of his only days home between trips.
And we've already scheduled a fifth date for the day he gets back from the trip he's on now ... IN TWO WEEKS. (And then I promptly take off for a week in Montreal. ) So maybe he was just tired and that's why there was no passion. Or no touching of any kind. At least I hope that's the reason. The Other Guy Meanwhile, I've met another fella. To keep this anonymous nickname theme going, I'll call him The Bod. (I really want to call him Hot Fucker -- because those are the words that pop into my head every time I see him -- but that seems a little vulgar. ) The Bod and I met the old-fashioned way: urlLink bigmuscle.com . As you can imagine, he has a spectacular body. And when he kisses me, he does things to me that just may alter my DNA. We've had two dates that were spectacularly fun, and we have a third -- more respectable -- date scheduled for Friday night.
And I'm a little giddy with excitement over it. And while I know intellectually that Red Shirt seriously likes me, he's not one to surprise me with a friendly phone call or keep an email correspondence going. In sharp contrast, The Bod and I have been maintaining a 40-emails-a-day stream of steamy correspondence that keeps me thoroughly distracted at work since the day we met. And while I'd place him slightly above me in the muscleboy hierarchy, he keeps telling me how "smokin' hot" I am.
And how much he can't wait to see me again. And other stuff that's too scandalous to report here, where co-workers and various family members sometimes drop in for a visit. And there is no way to cloud my judgment faster than to be stunningly beautiful and to shower me with that kind of attention. So for the first time in my life, I'm juggling the amorous interests of two beautiful men -- both of whom seem to be amazing catches and both of whom are thoroughly intriguing and enjoyable and fun.
And I both love it and hate it. Stay tuned for further developments. ---------- In other news, I finally assembled a page of urlLink pix and added it to the links in my sidebar. Yahoo is VERY picky about photo formats (jpEg but not jpg) and browsers (Netscape but not Safari), but I eventually got it working. I hope. The pix of me in the red shirt were taken Sunday morning before the pride parade. Before my skin became as red as my damn shirt. 
