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Tuesday, October 11, 2005
The Highly Intuitive Earth Native
A teacher, a writer, a dancer, a singer, a corporate whatever he says he was... I'm learning more and more about the enigma I've nicknamed Musclegod. What a fascinating character! For one thing, I learned that technically he can't read my mind. It was somewhat of a letdown when I actually discovered for myself. I guess I was just ready to believe.
Nonetheless, he is so highly HIGHLY highly intuitive that it freaks me out.
For instance, he would reply to questions that would be plaguing my head at the exact moment. He would say things like:"No, I'm not an alien." The possibility that he could be from out of this world entered my mind, and he sensed my thoughts, nailing it on the head.
Having replied to things of such is freaky enough, but then he would further add to the overall weird factor with statements like: "...but aliens live among us." or "I have conversations with [God, a higher consciousness]." It's almost good for a laugh, but he's serious. Oh, did I forget to mention that his seriousness is so sexy? Well, it is.
Mesmerized, I can't forget his eyes. Musclegod has the most dazzling pair, and I couldn't keep my stare away. I couldn't tell what colour they were: blue, green, hazel? So finally I asked. As if I couldn't be surprised by the words that come out of Musclegod's mouth, his reply made me pause. Musclegod informs me that I'm "more advanced than he first thought" and that I "have the ability to see different frequencies".
Huh?
Musclegod explained further. I'm not ready to write it all down on this blog just yet, #1 because I'm still reflecting on the information, and #2 I haven't really understood much of it. It's high-level thinking that takes time to process.
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Musclegod said he was curious to see what my apartment was like. I told him he's more than welcome to stop by, though deep down the thought of his visit made me very nervous since I know he'll be analyzing everything in plain sight. I cleaned my apartment like a maniac. Late last week, he finally had his chance.
The verdict?
He wants us to do sleepovers. Cool, huh? I love sleepovers. He he. It was a nice unexpected response from a fuckbuddy. And it seems he wants to get to know me further too. Should I'd like to learn, Musclegod would like to teach me Kung Fu.
"You'll be good for me."
"I'm good for you."
These are statements I hear repeatedly from Musclegod. I'm touched, but a tad confused. I'm confused because our initial conversations started on the basis of sex; it was never about dating or the prospect of romance. I'm not opposed to it, infact I would like to encourage my relationship with Musclegod into something worthwhile and meaningful.
I guess I haven't brought it up to his attention because I don't want to freak him out. Or perhaps, he's waiting for me to verbally acknowledge my thoughts to him? I'm not sure yet. It takes alot of effort to get to know this guy. Going forward, I plan on taking it one step at a time.
On the sex front, Musclegod is one of the best bed partners I've ever had. He's great! The only downside is he's a total top. But I suppose there's still much sexual exploration between us.
I'm really looking forward to our sleepover tomorrow night. Whatever happens, sex would just be icing on the cake.
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