I feel like I am at the beginning of something new. The edge of a new way of being.

I have come out the other side of the long protracted break up into the wonder of new possibilities and beginnings.

This week has been a turning point.

The trial finished and I got to hear the jury read the verdict. The exciting day was capped off by drinks, dinner and then dancing with____________ – who I am not sure about but on the dance floor is sexy as hell. We kissed a bunch and he says he wants to seduce me.

He kept asking how the dress came off and if I had seen his place yet. This was only date 2 so I did keep it at arms length. I am not sure about him – in terms of interest or desire – so in reality I should move along because he really isn’t a FUCK YEA!

Before I left for the date, I wrote a piece about my thoughts on the issues raised by the trial and how they relate to my job. When I got home, I made revisions and published it.

Saturday I was interviewed by a reporter about my experience on the trial, about my thoughts about the issues and the landscape. We spent the next 24 hours tweaking and confirming thoughts, facts and other details.

Saturday evening my friend came over and we dressed to the nines – well she was dressed and I had a shirt with stockings on – and we went to a fun, circus, immersive dinner theater experience. During the evening, I recognized one of the guys who is part of the troupe as the guy who was art directing our photos during the last event. And he recognized me.

He came over a few times and whispered in my ear silly things like “you’re on in 15 minutes”. and “I know you” and when I said I didn’t know him, he repeated it. Then he brought me champagne. He was handing out champagne glasses and champagne to select people.

I felt bad that he didn’t hand out to my friend but hey usually she is the one who catches the attention and does all the flirting. I was in the zone of feeling sexy from my dancing encounter the night before so I guess I was exuding sexiness.

So this flirtiness continued and then at one point he came by and hugged me and said I know you again and I said I want to know you and he said I do know him, then I said then I want to know you better and he kissed me. And moved on. There were a couple of blondes near us who he was talking with as well and I asked one of them what his story was and his name. Apparently she also was talking with my friend and told her he collects women – has a primary – but a collection – and my friend told her I collected men as well so it was perfect.

Then a bit later he was back, all kisses and hugs and he said he is very physical. He pushed me back to the bar – the show was over by then and people were milling. We started making out a bit and his friend came over and was like “now, now.” He invited us to stay and party but it wasn’t clear to me what this meant. He introduced me to the founders of the troupe as we were leaving and he walked us out. He asked for my card, which I didn’t have so he said find him online – on the site and we would connect. OMG – so frisky and cute and hot.

So back home – tired but feeling randy – I found him on the website but no way to contact and then on FB. Where he is engaged – for the last 10 years – dude marry the girl. But seems like he is poly or non-monogamous so whatever – I contacted him via messenger. And a day later he texted me back. And then he invited me to the after party for the show next saturday – which is their last show so it probably is a blow out. And I am sure will be filled with a lot of his women. I said yes even though I have a date Saturday.

Yikes – how am I going to juggle that?

So I went to bed all smiling, happily kissing fulfilled.

Sunday we had a great brunch and I sent my friend on her way.

Then later in the day, I met up with the engineer. I had reached out to him – something in his profile struck me. He is looking for a primary as am I. He is a dom but I am not really into that but what the hey. Three times a charm right?  So we met in the mission and stood in line for a bit chatting briefly – realizing that we both know someone in common. I am also encouraged that we are not in the 90%+ match range so there might be some interesting debates and experiences to learn together. 

We ended up going over to a different bar and having a couple of drinks. In the conversation I learned about his journey into dom and his journey into the dating world starting with some experiences on Craigslist. He talked about his secondary – his submissive who is married and how that has been one of the most amazing and vulnerable and open relationships of his life.

I told him a little about my dabbling and my curiosity and how the photographer might be too much for me but that I do want to be tied up and I do want to be told what to do. 

We compared notes a lot and concluded that my playfulness and ideal of poking and pushing the edges while still submitting means I am a brat. Which is apparently a term in the BDSM world for someone like me. 

As we talked and exchanged stories, he began to turn to me, smile more, lean in, touch my legs and he said he could see us going out on a date and then he said he would have to see and then kissed me and then was like yes that will work and then kissed me again and was like definitely.

I asked wasn’t this a date and he said no this was a meet and greet and on a date he wants to really get to know me. Oh my. I would like that. He got cuter as the afternoon progressed and he relaxed and became more open and I had the giggle on and the flirty on so it was good. 

We walked back to public transit – BART for him and MUNI for me – and exchanged real phone numbers and hugged and kissed again and off he went. I headed home, very heady from the swirl of the weekend.

Monday night I had a bootie call romp in the hay with my the gameshow host and had an amazing orgasm. We laugh and have a good time in bed – it’s all very vanilla. He was the first to experience the fully shaved self (done for the photographer – who I am waiting on to schedule the next date) and oh my god, why didn’t someone ever tell me that having no hair down there makes everything oh so much more sensitive – when his mouth and tongue explored I thought I was going to die of pleasure right then. 

We were able to have sex twice before it was all over and bit of oral both ways and I felt super satisfied heading home. And then lo and behold I had a message from the art director.

yum – I can’t wait to see how this all plays out.