swampy, the shower was for me to have some private time to… think things over.
Anyway, TMI is sure to follow here, but here goes nothing. As my mom put it when I was trying to describe who I was going out with tonight, “How many boys do you have wrapped around your finger?” Well none! We’re all just friends.
Slightly Creepy Stalky Boy - Lives an hour away, he’s early 30’s, talked to him on the phone for 2 hours while I was drunk last Thursday, then he came and spent the night Friday, but he calls me “sweetie” and “honey” a lot and wants to hold hands and such which is weird because we JUST MET, and I get a text or two a day just to see how my day’s going.
Older technogeek daddybear - early 40’s (42?), lives about 30 minutes away, lives a life full of gadgets and I envy him, he cals just to chat sometimes, we’ve gone out together a couple of times, appreciated each other a few times. I picked him up at a bear party and then we stayed in contact. I’m going to Southern Decadence with him this year. He’s real sweet but kind of passive in bed.
Local daddybear - almost 40, kind of skinny and sinewy, kind of gruff, moved back in with parents due to illness. You may know him as That Guy or whatever I used to describe him - met on internet, hooked up a few times, met his parents, hang out sometimes at his house for dominoes and such.
Hot kinky daddybear - 50, lives in Little Rock, has a pool and a hot tub, hooked up with him a couple of times, we met in a bar when I went home with him and some other couple but then the other couple left. He’s tried to fist me a couple of times, but a real nice guy, and he’s real hot.
So there you are, swampy, the full story you requested. 