Housekeeping

Well, Porter has been evicted from my IM list as well as from my list of friends on the website. I'm not angry with him, it's not that I find him distasteful, it's just a matter of practicality. I had a very brief conversation with him the other day and it was very bland. We obviously don't mesh well, and I'm not prepared to be someone's wet nurse. So long and good luck to him.

Nightengale has resurfaced. I was beginning to believe that his excuses of "so busy" were just the big brush-off and told him so. He assures me that this is not so. I have been promised punishment for my assumptions, but I won't hang my hat on that either. I suspect that the next few months are very busy for me. Anyone who wants to see me will probably have to make an appointment.

On another note, those of you who have read my other blog - the one written while I was a submissive - may remember The Doorman. For those of you who don't, let me recap:

The Doorman is one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen. I've known him for a few years, but thought he was just a little too "sweet" for me. He is about 6', dark hair and eyes and always starched and pressed. He looks good no matter what. He's always had a way of looking at me that made me very much aware that I would not be in charge. I was always the first to look away. Our recognition of attraction for one another came while I was very much with my former master. As a matter of fact, he seemed jealous of The Doorman - apparently I was unaware of how I could go on about him. Of course, nothing came of it and we rarely talk now.

I was surprised to find that The Doorman was attending the same funeral service that I was this week. I spent most of the day with him, including the long trip there and back. We were not alone, so we didn't talk about anything substantial. There was one moment where he held my gaze and I felt that familiar pull to him. Of course I still have to shut all of that off and bury it deep. Things would never work, but it's nice to dream... It was a very pleasant day, my mind wandering at every opportunity.

I mentioned to Newcomer that I'd spent the day with The Doorman and haven't heard from him since either. I'm not overly concerned, but it seems odd that he would have had a problem with the idea. It must be a coincidence.

I'm very tired now, so I'll go get a little rest. Adieu...