The end of Aaron.... and maybe a pause from men for a bit

I thought things with Aaron were going fine.

We talked for weeks, we had what seemed like a great first date. And great physical chemistry.

And we made plans for date number 2.

And then he calls me and says "I don't think it's an emotional fit. I don't think you should come and see me this weekend. I'm walking away"

Very little explanation. He admits I'm very sexy, but doesn't think we're as compatible as apparently I thought we were...

And that despite him saying that he wants to keep it casual, he said that he's actually not cut out for casual.

So.......yeah. This person, who lost his brother last year, apparently doesn't have the emotional sensitivity to keep seeing me.

Actually, I think he's seeing someone else that he started seeing before me, but he wouldn't admit to that, which I find annoying.

Every rejection, or every hurdle is going to re-open the wound of missing husband #1. Of not believing that I have to go through this shit, after already having gone through this shit and finding the most amazing man for me, ever.

That this Aaron guy didn't even compare to.

<<sigh>>

I guess there are other things I need to be focusing on anyway, but it was a pleasant enough distraction for the time being.

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Sexting with Scott - Part 2

- I don't understand tossable...is where I left the last post about sexting with Scott. I was going to include the text here..... but I think it's better to leave it up to your imagination.

He started here:

-Well, hypothetically, imagine you are on top ......

And it got raunchy.
And ended here:

- Glad I could explain to you the meaning of tossable. You're lucky if you're tossable. Doubly if you are tossable with big firm breasts. It creates various opportunities.

And after a few days passed, we decided to put a pin in our communication until we're closer to being in the same city.

He is smart. Articulate. A little emotional, but I told him I wanted to see me as more than just a potential lay. We started talking, in theory, because we have at least one quality that the other is looking for in a life mate.

So pin in Scott. Until further notice.

Sexting with Scott - part 1

Not long ago, both Scott and I had work commitments, and we both had consumed a few drinks....it started in a somewhat innocent text flirtation, that ended in a full-on sexting session, that I thought I'd share here.

It was only after I shared it with my friends that they informed me he was probably getting himself off while writing, especially, since I was pretty unresponsive. I didn't really know that men do that. I'm pretty sure that husband #1 never did that.... how do you even text while holding your shlong? Despite me not really understanding the logistics, I think they're probably right....

Instead of using my name, whenever he says it, I'll refer to myself as Wanting Widow.
Without further ado...

-Ugh Scott, I'm just the right about of tipsy that if we lived in the same city right now...

- Me too, Wanting Widow
- Fuck

-Please
-one day

-And I do admire your cleavage. You also have a really shapely face, when you're not SCOWLING

-I'm not scowling, I'm trying to be sexy. I guess it comes more naturally to some

-sexy ->nipples
- or a cobalt blue suit in my case

- not sure if we're there yet, but if they made an appearance in person, what might you do to them?

-that's a very good question, Wanting Widow, I have a few crude thoughts that I'll keep to myself.

-Why keep them to yourself?

-Because they are crude. And rude.

-I'm a big girl. I think I can handle it.

-And I'm a dude.

-And you rhyme. Some of the time.

-You are a little girl.

-With big boobs. That happen to have nipples on them.

-I think you might even be described as "tossable"

-What does that mean? You can throw me away? :-(

-What a sad thought! No! Like, bounce you on my...lap. Flip you over.. For a...

-Keep talking

-No no. Not a crude dude. Keep those thoughts to myself.

-But I don't know how it ends. I don't understand tossable....