I'll Engage

 I’ve gone through three tragedies plus my firing in four months, but you see, folks, I’m so used to tragedy now that moving forward is the only way for me, as sad as that is to write. Grief still comes in waves, but life must go on. My adventures aren’t over, my friends. I refuse to live out the rest of my life in the shadows again when I’ve spent so many years dancing in the rain now.

Last night, Bendy and I had a date, our third. Yes, I’m calling him that for a reason, no you don’t get to know. 😛

He picked me up promptly, at 515pm, opened the car door for me, and off we went to the venue where he and his comedy group were performing for a Comedy Festival. We talked in the car, regular stuff, I’m not giving out all the details here people. I’m not a pornographer, not anymore at least.

Into the venue we went, where I got to spend time in the green room and meet his comedy group. They were all incredibly funny, and I tried to keep up with my own sense of wit.

I laughed so much watching them all perform. You all have no idea, none.

We went to dinner, after dinner we took a stroll down International Drive, the tourist trap street. We did some people watching. While we were walking along, I told him about my intention to get another tattoo to commemorate my sister. Then, I remembered everything I had worn on all of our dates covered them up, they were still covered in the top I was wearing. But it had a keyhole, enough to push them tatas up and out enough for him to see them.

“I’m thinking of getting another tattoo”

“Oh?”

“Yes, for my sister, the roses on my tatas are for my parents”

“You’ve never seen them in person, have you?”

“No”

And off I went, my exhibitionism kicking in full force, pushing them bad babies up for him to see.

THAT got a reaction.

We all know how much I like to get those.

Bendy groaned, pulled me in front of him, pushing himself into me so I could feel his erection.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

I did, but I wasn’t telling him that.

He pulled me back by my braid and we started kissing, shamelessly, right there on the sidewalk of International Drive, “Whorlando”, the city owned by the Mouse.

We walked over to a restaurant, he had me sit in a chair, then that man gave me a neck and shoulder massage. I am not kidding.

When he got done, I thanked him, gave him a kiss, and we turned back to walk to the car.

On the ride home, we held hands, talking.

Upon arriving at my house, he walked me to my door, and we made out like teenagers on her parents’ front porch. I eventually pushed him off of me and thanked him for the wonderful evening.

I'm seriously taking it slow for the first time in my whole got damned life.

Please don’t worry about me, I will not allow these last few months to consume me. Oh no, I learned that lesson already. Life keeps going no matter what, you can choose to engage or not.

I’ll engage, this time, thank you very much.