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Last night was a busy, but relaxing evening.  One of my good friends was in Dallas on a business trip.  So I hung out with him at the Grand Hyatt between business meetings.  It was one of those places where you get to see people from all over the world sit around and socialize.  I must say the European woman still has a definite advantage over the American woman for me.  It had all the makings of a great evening if I was able to stay longer.  Oh well.  After a couple hours I had to meet LJ36 at Boston’s to watch a Texas A & M softball game.  It’s always great to see her.  She’s so relaxed and comfortable in her own skin.  It was one of those times where you can just sit down with someone for dinner and relax. 

We had a couple drinks, laughed and watched the game.  I know that I’ve gone out with her several times but there still seems to be an emotional gap between us.  Yes we’ve been sexual in the past and we’re still at the same point. I truly feel that she’s just approaching me with caution and not wanting to overly commit.  So I left there was on the way home when I received a phone call.  It was BP25.  Yes, a 25 year old has been pursuing me since I shaved off my goatee.  BP25 is 5’9’ tall, shoulder length brown hair and green eyes.  She’s never been married and has no kids.  I’ve been talking to her for a few weeks, when I can deal with her senseless ramblings.  Since there has been so much talk about cougars or older guys dating younger women, I thought why not.  BP25 arrived around 930pm to have drinks and hang out on the patio.  She drank a rum and diet coke.  I wasn’t drinking, so it was diet coke for me.  The temperature outside was 80 and it was breezy.  It reminded me of the beach weather that I love on Jamaica.  Now I know I’ve wrote about kittens vs cougars a few days ago, but I didn’t think I’d have a upclose and personal experience to talk about.  BP25 is a very nice and attractive woman.  She began to talk about everything under the sun.  It was another senseless rambling.  Blah, blah, blah… Blah, blah, blah, blah.  Oh yeah… blah, blah, blah and Blah, blah, blah!  Did I mention blah blah, blah and Blah!  Dear god when will this stop?!  The only interesting thing I stop to notice was when she mentioned she’s worried about getting older because her breasts will sag.  Ok, I’m still a guy and sex sells.  Damn, she got my attention.  After commenting on her average sized C-cup breasts are 10+ years from anti-gravity cream, she lifted her shirt to give me the up close and personal view.  That was one way to make sure she had my attention.  She wants to be able to walk around with out a bra, when she feels like it.  BP25 claims she can’t get away with that unless she was a smaller size.  Are you kidding me?  I see women do it all the time.  Of course, it’s not always with the approval of the nakkid breast club.  And sometimes I end up getting a mild case of motion sickness from all the bouncing under their shirt.  So after about another 45 minutes of her ramblings, she left to go home.  It all ended with a nice warm hug.  Now this is where I begin to wonder, is it worth it?  Is the sex worth all the hours of senseless, mindless ramblings?  I’m not sure I can do it.  I just felt the need to grab a set of ear plugs to solve the problem.  And then to top things off, I got a phone call 20 minutes later from BP25.  She got lost on the way home.  Shyt!  She was 10 miles in the opposite direction.  She was lost in Little Elm and I spent the next 15 minutes giving her directions back to the toll road.  I wonder if she will be the same in 10 years. 

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