Text sequence from just a bit ago....after I was sent a pic of an HB8 I've been gaming.
Rodeo: that pic you sent - owns me.... wow.
Chick: oh [blushing smilie]
Rodeo: there's a smoldering current about you, just under the surface... it's quite an aphrodesiac for me.
Chick: mmmmm rly?
Rodeo: For me - it's a metaphor for whom I am... I see your photo and it's a normal, benign photo of a beautiful lady... BUT
Rodeo: I know that under-current is there. I want to touch it. I want to taste it. I want to see what's not shown.
Rodeo: ...and to confess I may just pleasure myself looking directly at that picture.
Chick: OMG, I just got wet
Rodeo: I'm free tomorrow from 11 til 1:45, I have a conf. call at 2. When should I expect you?
Chick: Noonish but I wont have a lot of time
Rodeo: Don't wear panties.
Chick: That only saves a few seconds!
Rodeo: Then I'll meet you at the door nekkid. I'll see you tomorrow, work calls.
Chick: [stupid-ass hug smilie and a kiss smilie]
I don't text without some motive. This is one I've been ramping for some time. She's an intellectual - and appreciates when I get on a mental level... Sad part is - all that's really just subliminal implant modeling, DHV spikes for her, a time window, I assumed the close, and backed out of the conversation.
Now, I have lunch plans tomorrow...
