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Dancer and I made plans for last night a few days ago, but then she expressed misgivings on Thursday. She had "ended a relationship" and said she might not be very good company. Nonsense, I said, or words to that effect. She did indeed come to the Devil Girl House yesterday evening.
Somehow I hadn't tried Pecado Bueno. It's a regular Mexcian joint with the emphasis on the joint, or as regular as you're going to get in Fremont: you can order jackfruit tacos. Perfectly reasonable, with a large amount of outdoor seating for its size.
As she warned me she would, she did cry; it wasn't entirely about this week. Tacoma Girl's advice on the care and feeding of depressed people was spot on: I reminded Dancer that she's not a burden. (I also told her about Tacoma Girl and that I actually asked for that advice.)
There were cuddles and nice sake, as if I'd buy any other kind, on my red loveseat while listening to of Montreal. No kinky stuff whatsoever.
Yeah, I'm auditioning for the part of girlfriend, and I have every intention of nailing it.
Somehow I hadn't tried Pecado Bueno. It's a regular Mexcian joint with the emphasis on the joint, or as regular as you're going to get in Fremont: you can order jackfruit tacos. Perfectly reasonable, with a large amount of outdoor seating for its size.
As she warned me she would, she did cry; it wasn't entirely about this week. Tacoma Girl's advice on the care and feeding of depressed people was spot on: I reminded Dancer that she's not a burden. (I also told her about Tacoma Girl and that I actually asked for that advice.)
There were cuddles and nice sake, as if I'd buy any other kind, on my red loveseat while listening to of Montreal. No kinky stuff whatsoever.
Yeah, I'm auditioning for the part of girlfriend, and I have every intention of nailing it.
