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Dec. 30th, 2017 08:04 amEthiopian dinner with Yellow Jacket at Meskel last night. It was eerily like the first date: I talked too much again. Yes, I told her Burning Man stories, and she gets why I treasure a funnel from Pee Funnel Camp and why the Blonde Angel is awesome, as any red-blooded queer should. She has a yellow Lab, so we're on the same page about Labrador ears, i.e., they're the best, most pettable thing ever.
Getting out of the Central District was a bit of an issue, because it was after 2200 and the bus service had really fallen off, so I got us a Lyft downtown. There was goodnight snogs near a train station, and she expressed a desire for further plans. I shall make these plans, oh yes.
She seems... maybe a little quiet, maybe a little shy, and a bit of a homebody, at least compared to me, which I know isn't saying much. She knows the general outlines of my freaky stuff, and it doesn't seem to bother her. I like her; I still want to know more about her. And she's kind of cute, in a wholesome lesbian way.
Oh: I was able to forget about the fuzz growing under my chin. If she noticed, she gave no indication.
Oh the second: She's at least the third woman of Norwegian extraction whom I've dated. Yes, Seattle is lousy with Scandihoovians, but none of these women were from around here. And here I was thinking my type was Mediterraneans, of whom I've dated precisely zero.
Getting out of the Central District was a bit of an issue, because it was after 2200 and the bus service had really fallen off, so I got us a Lyft downtown. There was goodnight snogs near a train station, and she expressed a desire for further plans. I shall make these plans, oh yes.
She seems... maybe a little quiet, maybe a little shy, and a bit of a homebody, at least compared to me, which I know isn't saying much. She knows the general outlines of my freaky stuff, and it doesn't seem to bother her. I like her; I still want to know more about her. And she's kind of cute, in a wholesome lesbian way.
Oh: I was able to forget about the fuzz growing under my chin. If she noticed, she gave no indication.
Oh the second: She's at least the third woman of Norwegian extraction whom I've dated. Yes, Seattle is lousy with Scandihoovians, but none of these women were from around here. And here I was thinking my type was Mediterraneans, of whom I've dated precisely zero.
