So I have a girlfriend now! She's soft, and warm and amazing! She has a pain tolerance that's way higher than mine so I can bite as hard as I can and she brushes it off like it's nothing~
Oh and sheās at least neutral on the biting! We had a whole conversation this morning before I went to bed about status and limits and while iām feeling a little weird about her being *very* down for me sharing nudes online. Thatāsā¦ I mean iām not in opposition to the idea. Iāve even been continuing to do so (she gets exclusive pics+everything I share obviously)
So anyway we met on Taimi and wound up chatting for awhile, eventually moving to discord and on 12th (tuesday) we went to The Funhouse Seattle for Karaoke but the crowd was a bit sparse, like really sparse, staff got up to try to build energy three times while we where there. So three drinks in we decided to move over to El Corazon for the Master Boot Record show. Wait actually before karaoke we went to Katsu burger so that we werenāt drinking on empty stomachs, I got the tokyo classic it was pretty okay, I probably wonāt order it again but I didnāt mind eating it. Anyway so we moved over to El Corazon and both had another drink in the corner of the bar pit. Iām glad we were in a corner because there was groping and biting and kissing for like the entire set. Oh and we ran into on of her friends over at karaoke because he didnāt like the opener so he wandered over to karaoke for a breather before master boot record came on.
So the tail end of show drags on a bit long but iām starting to see that be normal as I go to more shows so itās fine, plus it gave us more time to chat. Of course iām sobering up at this point so worry worry worry but eventually the show ends and we queue for merch because I always buy merch because we love our bands.
So we head out of the venue and to the car, a bit more chatting I make sure to cover that iām ace and iām currently fully sated but if sheās not MOTHER HELP ME PLEASE TELL ME IāM HAPPY TO DO YOUR THING TO, though not that loudly. Anyway so we chill for a second and realize I probably should kill a bit more time so we look up food near us and find a burger shop a mile away. *up hill* but itās fine I brought my cane so up we go. Chatting the whole way. Of course I forget that when iām drunk french slips through. WHICH MAKES NO SENSE BECAUSE I HAVENāT USED FRENCH SINCE I WAS SIXTEEN PLAYING RANDOM FRENCH BROWSER MMOS IN HIGHSCHOOL. but anyway that doesnāt matter we make it tot he burger shop and the burgers are surprisingly cheap, like 4 bucks a piece. So we both get a burger and a shake and head down hill drinking the shakes get to my car and chill in the car eating the burgers.
We keep chatting the whole way to her place but her roommates arenāt super down for unvetted visitors so iām just dropping her off/ then i drive home and itās like a ninety minute drive but itās super worth it because sheās amazing. Sheās asleep when i get home so i text her than iām home safe and then just kinda chill and process until bedtime which is several hours because nightshifts are a things. I wind up chatting with my friends about her and gushing a definitely normal amount.Ā
We keep texting for the next couple days and then on thursday my friend uh letās call her Marisa, thatās not her name but it will work for our purposes. So marisa loves to troll and as iām saying that i thought my camera was lying so I looking in the mirror to check if there was like a filter or something and there wasnāt and iām actually kind pretty now she starts getting philosophical about mirrors being illusions and not us so i get philosophical back at her until eventually i type ā
Is an illusion of oneās self, embraced and accepted any less real than the illusion hated and cast out? Is all our concept of self not in some invariable way made of an illusion? Whether of silver or water or lettered page. We all must accept some illusion of ourself or forever lack a self entirely. I like this illusion. More than any before. And newer ones may sway me to accept them. But for now? This pleasing cute illusion that does not cause me recoil is mine and me. And I am cute.Ā
ā and that causes like a whole bunch of issues but the reason i was taking a picture was a stupid joke on overwatch about āiāll send you a foot pic if you carryā to someone who had just fucked around in the backline the entire match i met them in who it turned out is a masters smurph(i am silver3 on a good day) and like sending that was super fun and over the next few hours I work up to sending a clothed chest pic and then a picture with my dress straps undone, details are unimportant. And thatās a fluffing rush so thatās currently being unpacked but we arenāt here for that.
So after the I am cute incident i realize i believe myself when i say iām pretty. This is new. Iāve hated mirrors for the last 20 years and now they are friend. So we have a good cry about it. Basically as soon as iām done the girl iām dating texts me and we start the status and limits conversation. Of course i explain that literally today personal breakthrough and i sent a couple images to a stranger and a couple images to an 18+ discordās nsfw selfie channel and she responds by telling me to keep doing that because people wanting me and me wanting her is hot and thatās like okay, yes maāam. And so we finish that conversation with the limits which are basically justĀ
Private photos allowed for theatre reasons(advice, comparison, sanity checking)
Public photos allowed and encouraged
And like, okay so this is way more permissive than I expected but iām down for it. I of course apply the same back and sheās cool with it so as of thursday weāre official a couple.
And of course she gets a copy of all the lewds and extra exclusive ones(especially since sheās the only one that gets the ones that include my face) immediately and so far iāve been taking photos every morning after work and sending her them to wake up to and then reading her responses when i wake up to start my day because her reacting thirsty is like the best thing ever omg. Someone reacting just to my words or messages like that is like the hottest thing ever and while i should probably unpack exactly which things are causing that i donāt care to at the moment.
And like iām a little worried about her sharing images, not because iām not okay with it but because i can be a little clingy and jealous normally and i have no dating experience so iām not sure how thatās going to interact. But weāll cross that bridge when we get to it.
But anyway so now weāre officially a couple and weāve got another date on wednesday and iām learning so much about her from the planning. Iām at the point iām pretty sure iām just going to start sending her itineraries with approve, comment, deny because omg please answer the questions directly i beg you. But like if thatās my biggest gripe then weāre fluffing set.
Iām also worried because i donāt think sheās ace and i donāt know if/when sheāll want lewd activities and like iām down with them but i plan meticulously and i have no idea what the plan is here! Like iām down for literally any plan that still involves be getting cuddles. But again, weāll build that bridge when we get there.
So now iām sitting here at work, sheās asleep and 80 miles away and iām writing a blog post because at some point i have to have like a definitely gush about how amazing she is and how we started dating, and she soft, and warm, and tastes good, and responds super cutely to lewds, and omg omg omg.
Also she apparently likes to cook so if we get a place together homecooked meals might be a thing instead of my fairly passable attempts at stews.
Also despite calling most everyone gem, she gets called dear. A position she shares solely with my phone. Which now that I say that might be a little weird. Eh, weāll fortify that bridge when we cross it.
So iām just sitting here, fluttering my wings as I idly pine from afar because sheās 80 miles away in the settled lands and iām out here in the woods until wednesday.
