Oh My

If you are new here...don't be mislead. This is a secondary journal, plus I am an adult grad student. I get very busy between work and school. It may be weeks before another post gets thrown up here. If I write about something out of the mainstream, it tends to be on poly related topics. And you don't care about poly. You care about bright welts on reddened skin. I know your type. So fair warning friend, you will likely be disappointed or bored by this journal, if you try to follow me too closely.

None the less, I am good friends with the Herons, and I delight in trying to understand their world, and want to share with them when some of it spills into my own life.

So, I have already written an epic about last night, and I have nothing more to say on that for the time being. (I am sure you are glad of that.)

This post is about an ex-lover who is also a massage therapist, and who has kindly cut me a very nice rate for a monthly hour of massage. We have a professional relationship as well as a nice friendship now, and he has never crossed any line with me on his table. Though truthfully...there have been a couple of times when I wished he would have.

Anyhow, we do one Sunday a month at 4pm. It's been fine, except that last Sunday we were scheduled to go, and I totally forgot about it. I had received a very upsetting email from my boss telling me that I had to testify against a client last week and it threw me into a tizzy.

I received a call from my massage friend wondering where I was, and I had to explain that I had forgotten. He laughed, and we rescheduled for today.

It was on my calendar.

I thought this morning, I need to remember about 4pm today.

Then...I got all caught up in the drama of last night, my lack of sleep, and got distracted by the things I normally do on Sundays, and...I did it again. I forgot about the appointment.

This was so unlike me, that I can hardly believe it happened at all. Not to mention twice! Am I starting to develop adult Alzheimer's at 42?

So, I wrote him a note....I should mention, that my friend is one of the alternative crowd who often attends parties at the bonfire place. And he has more than a passing interest in BDSM. He was my first real intro into that world, and my only really, until I encountered the Herons. He wondered, at one time if I had an interest in gaining first hand (so to speak) experience, and though I was thinking about it, his partner ruined it by publicly embarrassing me about the possibility in front of some very very straight vanilla friends. I had to play it off like it was a huge joke, but I concluded that although I did trust him...I couldn't trust her...And if I ever "went there", I would need to feel safe and certainly that I wasn't going to be on the local gossip page.

So anyhow. I was too much of a coward to call my friend when I had discovered my error an hour and a half after I was supposed to meet him at his house. I wrote an email telling him how sorry I was. And although I had no excuses, I did share the trauma of last week to explain why I was more flaky than usual. Because I am a joker and a flirt, I also told him I knew I deserved to be punished. I said he could spank me. Or I could spank him (he's a switch). Whichever he preferred.

My phone rang almost immediately. It was him. He was so nice and understanding. And we rescheduled for WEDNESDAY AT 6:30. That appointment is WEDNESDAY AT 6:30 (sorry, I am trying to pound that into my brain). So fine, we were about to hang up when he said..."By the way. I am holding you to that offer."

"Oh?" I said, "which way?"

"We'll talk about it...Later.", he replied.

He might be joking back at me. He could be pulling my chain, because he knows he can.

But, based on what I know of him...he is probably not joking.



So. First the violet wand. Then a night of friendly caresses by a fire. And now this. The Universe does seem to be sending me some options to spice up my otherwise boring academic and work drone life.

And yes. If it happens, I will likely write about it here.