Hi there everybody!!!
I LOVE Juneau! It's a bit like San Francisco, with a dash of Seattle and a pinch of Skagway, Alaska. It is just beautiful here. Spacious, clean, crisp. And everywhere I look there are snow-capped mountains!!! The majestic beauty dazzles this Florida girl for sure! So far, so good. I haven't found full-time employment yet but I am not worried. One of the most popular restaurants here called Hangar on the Wharf will start catering heavily starting in December, I talked to the manager yesterday but I am hoping to get something sooner.
So I enjoyed a FIVE DAY AF-a-thon. That is epic for me and has never been done before. From Nov. 2nd-Nov. 6th. I had only 24 units in that week. Then 10 on the 7th, AF on the 8th and last night I had 14. Progress, my darlings, is a wonderful thing!
The I'm-hot-for-teacher is coming!!!!! He arrives here with his fine, 6 foot 4, lean, hot bod November 23rd. If our pheramones give us the coveted chemical green light... God help me. What to do? Be virtuous or animalistic? Flirtatious or scandalous? Should I bat my eyelashes coquetishly or seize and conquer? Stupid games.... if I am thinking that this relationship might be long-term, better not rev up the engines quite yet-- right??? Any thoughts or advice here is more than welcome....
This is going to be a very delicate situation in that alcohol has always been that magic elixar that unleashes my sexual prowess. And I don't want to get drunk in his presence. Yikes! So this will be mighty interesting to see how it unfolds in what I hope will be pure and delicious abandon.
He has booked a hotel room and I will be cooking for us Thanksgiving. Sans alcohol I think because here's the thing-- I still do not have the ability to have just three or four units once I start. No, no. For me it's all or nothing. Either I am AF or I am ingesting 14 units like last night. I know of no brake in my genetic makeup that says internally, "I am satisfied with this mild buzz so I will have no more, thank you." Wish I had that....
So, I think it's best to fly sober with him. Man, if I think I was triggered in the presence of my sister-- holy shitstorm!!! Intimacy and sober sex is going to be a climb to Mount Everest with clubs, bars, pubs and little shot glasses full of lemon drops lining the path all the way to the tippy-top. I've gotta take hold of the bigger picture here. It must be fear at the core. What else could it possibly be? I'm talking fear of being rejected or being "less than" or being 40 something and not 20 something naked.... I dunno.
I like this guy and I don't want to blow it. Speaking of blowing-- I did forewarn him about that interlocking device in my car, since I will be picking him up. I explained that I earned that DUI at my going away party in Florida and the "Blow & Go" box is a stipulation. So embarrassing.

<--This is a bald version of me preparing to blow. Well, if he watches me blow into that thing maybe I can make look a little sexy. Not. Oh goodness-- I am fretting myself into a frenzy; worrying myself into panic.
Typical Virgo.
I will most definitely keep you guys in the loop!
Now let's see how your world's are turning...
Smoothly I hope,
Ketchikan1