I am thankful for my time with Delilah. She snapped me back to a mode of thinking that I had neglected for years. So much time was wrapped up in bills, reflecting on the past, staring into the future, and just tuning out so that I lost sight of the present. One way to focus on the present is being aware of sensations.
Picture this: A lone man on the beach. Murse slung over the shoulders, camera in hand, barefoot, shorts & and t-shirt, and wearing a helmet. Add to that the fact that he has locked his bicycle, but left his cell phone and wallet in the rear bag. As if he thought, “Hey, the bikes locked. No one will be able to undo the zipper.” To top this all off, when he returns he finds that the zipper for the pocket containing said wallet and cellphone is wide open. The idiot: Me.
Angels protect children and fools.
I wonder if she is right. Am I going through a transition? Or am I just getting a jump start on my mid-life crisis. It’s hard to tell. For many years, I have experienced the same nagging feeling most people get: Am I doing what I am supposed to do to be happy?
What a couple of weeks this has been. If you are frequent visitor, then you have read about Delilah. My encounter with her was only a week ago this past Friday. This Saturday, I indulged in a proper massage from Sierra and the Kinky Carnival.
Looking back at the Posts about Jennifer and Delilah, I can say that both gave me a great deal of pleasure. However, my time with Jennifer was purely about the physical being. She was bright, warm, and friendly, but nothing spiritual or intellectual happened between us.
I didn’t think I was going to make it to Delilah’s on time. The time allotted for preparations was frittered away somehow and I kept walking out of the door without one thing or another. Twice! I had to walk back from the street for something. Forgetting to brush your teeth before leaving the house means that you have something big on the brain. Hell, once I thought I forgot to put the gift into my murse (that’s “man-purse” for the rest of you). Turns out, I panicked and forgot that I had put the gift in the murse the night before so that I would not forget it the next day. Jeez! Good thing that my dick and head are attached.
-Before the Appointment-
I have yet to meet Delilah. I only know her from a few pictures on her website and her voice from a confirmation call this week. For discretion’s sake, I am using a pseudonym for Delilah and wont be posting her website. It was just by chance that I found her and Delilah already has her methods of attracting clients.
I have been to plenty of strip clubs. A few of my experiences I have even written about in this blog. I have also written about a couple of the women in my romantic life. What I haven’t written about are the women I have seen outside the legally protected walls of a club or in the morally sanctioned arrangements of contemporary relationships. With that said, I probably sound like a sleaze that walks the streets or cruises the roads near the airport looking for prostitutes. And it must also sound like I must be a regular John somewhere. Neither of those statements are true. I have only employed women for my gratification twice and the frequency is seven years apart.
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