i crawled - swans

it must have been around three when She texted, brief and breezy. we played text-tennis for maybe fifteen minutes before She suggested She rang me.

i told Her about the club, about tam's various faux pas and She told me she'd seen mine-and-tam's posts about it on fetlife. i made a mental note to check it, being unaware tam - or anyone else - had replied to mine.

like the sad bastard i am, i'd come home and posted on ic and fetlife - just to let E/everyone, everywhere know that i'd been out. and that i hadn't pulled - or even been invited anywhere good afterwards.

then i'd crawled off to bed, cursing an unjust universe where E/everybody else got to go places, purely to spite me.

we chatted for just over the hour. i dropped a few soft hints, to see if She'd let slip where She'd been over the weekend, but nothing.

after talking to Her, i got up and pottered around the flat for a bit, but couldn't really apply myself to anything. i started sorting the washing into piles, checked the dates on a couple of things in the fridge.

i went online, checked what had been said in reply to my postings. tried to ascertain who these commentators were. why is it nobody ever resembles their pictures on these things? wasted ten minutes scanning through some Domme's photographs, trying to work out if i knew Her or not.

i made a coffee and typed this up, still thinking about Her.