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I went to my neighborhood munch, and got talked into the ground by a (former?) pro dominatrix from the Bay Area. She's heavily into the woo, inevitably, but she was a lot of fun, if not really my type dating-wise. She made the Bay Area sound like Shangri La, if you can afford it. Yeah, I knew that, but still, I liked her tales. She walked me halfway home because hey, she was going that way too.
Razzi's has a nice space for this sort of activity - i.e. a basement where other customers don't see us wearing sexy clothes and talking about kinky stuff - but I have yet to find anything on their menu that isn't meh at best.
Ladies of a certain age, take note: I've spent some of this week scheduling getting referrals & appointments for a mammogram and a colonoscopy. There's nothing alarming going on; it's just that I turned fifty this year and I have some money left in my flex spending account. Time since last boob squashing? Four years. Time since last medical butt poking? Eight years. It's time.
Razzi's has a nice space for this sort of activity - i.e. a basement where other customers don't see us wearing sexy clothes and talking about kinky stuff - but I have yet to find anything on their menu that isn't meh at best.
Ladies of a certain age, take note: I've spent some of this week scheduling getting referrals & appointments for a mammogram and a colonoscopy. There's nothing alarming going on; it's just that I turned fifty this year and I have some money left in my flex spending account. Time since last boob squashing? Four years. Time since last medical butt poking? Eight years. It's time.
