The Sepia Tones of Dreams

I am a sap. A pushover. Gullible even. Met a guy who served me drinks. Talked with him a bit, and he was nice enough. He asks for my number and my ego went through the roof. He wanted to have sex last week, but the timing on all fronts was wrong, but I text him on my way back into town yesterday and he sounds like he is game for it. But, apparently, wanting to get laid, and having a normal conversation are two totally different spectrums. Every other thing he texts is about how often I take care of business myself or how often he does it. What was I feeling yesterday (it was horny, I'll admit I was a little hot under the collar yesterday), what was I thinking about when I took care of it. Did I think of him....  blah blah blah. Yes, for several minutes I've been game to throw down with you, but holy crap. No, I'm not scared of your dick. I'm scared you can't use it correctly. No, I don't think you saying MMMMMM is going to turn me on, it tells me you can't form sentences.
So, now, I'm waiting for him to text me. Cause I'm tired tired tired of trying to have a conversation with him and him constantly swinging it back to sex. Yep, had trouble finding my shoes this morning. Doesn't me I was playing with myself in the meantime.
If he doesn't text me, I'm not texting him. I want to get laid, but at this point, I'm kinda turned off. Shhh. But, even if he does text me, I may not answer. There was a moment, but now it's gone. I think that may be the hazard of getting older.
Meanwhile, 4 days straight of not exercising. This cannot last. I definitely need to get my ass down to the work out room tomorrow morning before I start my tours.
My life is in the air right now with being in Indy. No clear exit strategy. No clear countdown on when  I might leave. I'm back next week, in fact I will get into Dallas at 6:30 p.m. and fly back out the next day at 1 p.m. Not even 24 hours.  Which sucks by the way.

My sister is getting ready to pop. My nephew, Fred, will join us soon, and my niece Turkey will be mightily displeased when she discovers someone else has moved into the sweet gig she has going.