meara, if it helps, I'd have a hard time flirting at that moment too. It would feel too fraught. I'm not sure why.

Although

On second thought, I think the fraught-ness comes from the fact that she isn't being flirtatious herself, but she is acknowledging attractiveness, which then suggests... possibilities... and then it all feels a bit too fraught.

Yeah. It was also the end of the night, so I was tired, and I was really surprised. But dang, I kick myself, cause she was so cute! :) And it's so unlike me to be that un-smooth! Sigh...Certain people laughed and laughed at me, though, which at least made me feel good that I'd given someone amusement. :)

Luckily, there were also some...ahem...better times, that weekend. And even that night. Where I was more smooth. And got to do some kissing, and some (very hot and consensual) smacking someone around with the chains she was bound up in. And so on.

"It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" is making me feel a little better.

(((Hil)))

Supposedly, if you go to any Chipotle tonight dressed as a burrito (which basically means putting a piece of foil on your head), you get a free burrito.

Of course I am a Halloween curmudgeon

::fellow Halloween curmudgeon hugs Kristin::

I love Halloween, though, is the sad part. I just hate handing out candy. But Laga is coming, and she loves it! So, YAY. I can sit and watch Nightmare Before Christmas with her and let her answer the door when kidlets come. ND went out and bought tons of candy, so we should be all set.

I took Daniel out for supper at Famous Dave's Dang Good Barbecue. It's definitely good stuff, and one of our favorite restaurants. He signed up at their website, and got a coupon for a free dessert on his birthday. After a very good meal, Daniel selected a Kahlua Brownie Sundae. Mind you, this is an enormous dessert, more than suitable for sharing with one or more loved ones.

t insert moment of silent contemplation of the divine perfection of Kahlua Brownie Sundaes here

As we neared the end of the thing, Daniel looked at me and, seeing a very serious expression on my face, asked if I was alright. It took me a few moments to return to a frame of mind in which I could use my words. I replied, "Yes, don't worry. I know it looks bad, but it's mostly the effort of holding in the orgasmic moans. I don't want to make a scene in front of the whole restaurant like Sally did."

"Yes, don't worry. I know it looks bad, but it's mostly the effort of holding in the orgasmic moans. I don't want to make a scene in front of the whole restaurant like Sally did."

What I wouldn't give for pictures...