So many have been inquiring about Colin since the SWMHC post. Hanging on pins and needles for all the salacious details of what has transpired. Well, after last Thursday's hot and heavy Blog exchange wouldn't you know of all the serendipitous happenstances to occur, that on my way home from work that very night, I found myself at a stop sign, at an Intersection heading North. At the other stop sign across the street was none other than Colin himself. He called my cell, “Take a left” he commanded me, and we drove to a hidden pull-off tucked far away from the main road. " So is this where you take all your secret women?" I asked jokingly.

I parked my car and got into his. It was a dark stormy night with just a tinge of humidity in the air. Immediately and instinctively we both jumped into the back seat of his SUV and started ripping away layers of clothing. His tie, my left shoe, a shirt, a jacket went flying. Hands were clammy and everywhere all over our urgent fleshy bodies. The kissing was so intense, so sultry that I was sure he could get me where I needed to go in a matter of seconds this time…

Just kidding…I was trying to capture your interest and illustrate a point. That I am not a slut even though I can write like one. In reality, only the first paragraph is true…although he did ask me to flash him before I left. I declined. The rest actually went something like this:

We pulled up alongside of each other and stayed seated in our own vehicles. We laughed about the Blogging activities, “You told me I should never apologize for anything I write about” I remind him. I bet he is regretting that statement big time, but he understands it’s my playground and tells me not to worry, that he has very thick skin. “That’s a whole other Blog entry” I’m thinking to myself, already creating the title of that post in my head, the one that I’ll call Foreskin. He also understands that there is a lot of humor behind the performance complaints. The truth is, there are none. The only complaint I had was that he had to leave so soon. Yes, time is becoming an issue. Even though I fully understand why, it doesn’t make it any less frustrating for me. The talk soon shifted to planning the next encounter. He made the in-person HOtel invite. Potential times and places were discussed. Somehow hearing it, plotting and premeditating makes it feel dirty and taboo, which lends to the excitement and intrigue all the more. And he leaves it like this, “Let me get back to you with more details next week”.

It’s been a week and I have yet to hear from him.

So whatever Colin’s reasons are, I am letting him off the hook because I’m growing weary of all the bottlenecking going on. He's hot, he's cold. He calls, he doesn't call. He emails, he doesn't email. He blogs, he doesn't blog. He wants me, he doesn't want me. Not too much, not too close. There is nothing that turns me off more than an inconsistent man and the space between.

I understand Colin you see and I really believe he is a good person just struggling to do the right thing. We are both excitement junkies he and I, and it makes me think if we ever did actually hook up for more than an hour or two, that it would be really awesome. But for now we are stuck at another intersection and sadly, nobody is heading South.