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Monday, October 03, 2005
The Man Who Could Read My Mind
I met someone who could read my mind. It's insanely mindblowing. I'm not even sure how to describe it. I'm still absorbing the shock of it all.
It happened on Saturday night. I was readying myself for a quiet evening when my phone rings. It was a booty call from out of the blue. *Musclegod*, a guy who I've been chatting with on MSN Messenger, is asking for a get together. We have yet to meet, hence this would mark our first.
I had to inquire: "Is there anything I should bring along?" Handcuffs, poppers, etc.... I wasn't sure what kind of kink I might be facing. "Bring red wine." Musclegod says. Hey that's different. I was up for it, so I complied.
Getting to his place, up a set of stairs towards his apartment, I look up to see that I'm being greeted by what looks like... yep, you got it, a tall shirtless Muscle God. Damn, he's even better in the flesh. I suddenly feel like an ugly duckling compared to this guy. Just then I'm comforted when he says: "I really like what I see. You're definitely very cute." He's all smiles as he ushers me inside.
His place was... interesting. I am faced with four giant paintings on sheets and a gigantic (ten-feet tall?) pyramid-like apparatus over a floor mattress. He gives me a mumbled explanation about "energy rejuvenation". I asked him to repeat but never did I fully comprehend. I'm overwhelmed by my surroundings as we continue to make small talk.
"You're nervous," he says.
"Yeah, I am... a bit."
"I can tell." He nods. "That's a good sign. We're gonna have fun."
Our conversations were incoherent. I say incoherent only for the fact that Musclegod would say things that would be out of context with our conversation. It would be later that I would realize that he was replying to a thought I was thinking. I even comment to him that he's quite the "eccentric" fellow, yet truthfully it's the opposite.
Many of his statements threw me off guard: from an (unintentionally) condescending "I'm smarter. I have so much to teach you" to the eerily curious: "I know you. I know you more than you realize."
For the big handsome giant that he was, Musclegod was surprisingly affectionate and gentle. Sex also turned out to be a talk fest. Musclegod is a talker like myself, we pretty much talked althrough during sex. I can't recall much of what was discussed, other than that it was intimate and as mentioned earlier, disconnected.
In some moments, it even made me quite uncomfortable the many things he would say. For instance, he would say that I'm honest... which is a compliment on its own, but if it's said consecutively without having actual basis, it's a bit weird. How can he tell I'm honest, he doesn't know me yet.
It was during mid-sex, doggystyle as he was fucking me, when it finally occurred to me that he could read my mind. I finally put two and two together.
In my head, I said: "Oh my god, this guy can read my mind!"
"A thought bubble, finally you understand." He said vocally in reply that he was able to see thought energies.
"Really, you can read my mind?" I say this again in my head.
"Yes, exactly."
"Really?" I was being a bit repetitious, but I was in disbelief.
Sex was turning out to be one of the best I've ever had. That was when Musclegod stops. It seemed like a joke at first, I thought he was playing with my head "We've been fucking for an hour and a half. Let's rest," he says. But I wasn't tired yet and wanted to at least get off together. It was almost cruel not to.
Musclegod gives me a firm "no" as an answer. And then he procedes to tell me that we should take our time and save it for our next meeting. Next meeting? Musclegod says that it takes time and that I know what he means.
"You mean sex?"
"No, not just sex. Everything in life." He was right, we were on the same thought.
Before I know it, we're discussing to meet on a regular basis. "For now, we'll start off with twice a week." And just like that, I left his apartment, wanting more, still horny, and carrying a mountainful of questions for the handsome enigma I just met.
*****
There is so much to write. I'm afraid there is still much I have left off. I'll get to them in time.
I discussed as much details as I could remember to my friend, Redboy, yesterday over dinner. I told him that when I found out that Musclegod could read my mind, I tried my best not to think of my most personal thoughts because I didn't want him sensing any of it. I told him how scary it was that someone was able to read my mind. I felt somewhat violated that my personal private thoughts weren't my own anymore, that someone else has access to it.
My friend told me to get ahold of myself. Musclegod is probably someone who is highly intuitive, not a mind reader. Perhaps, I'm just an easy person to read. I don't know. Perhaps.
I'm full of questions for Musclegod. For a talker like he was, I know nothing about him, aside from his address, his phone number, his full name, and what I think he does for a living. A person's place of dwelling can tell so much of a person, I'm just overwhelmed, I'm not sure what to conclude from seeing his place. It's fascinatingly weird.
I can't wait to see Musclegod again. Whatever ride this is, I plan to enjoy it.
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