A nearby miss GM! : ( still debating! : )

Not dwelling on the frustration consuming certain physical attributes of a young woman in heat, (me) I went about my days concerns quite comendably (I console myself) especially as inwardly I crave, with new found zeal, another girl's companionship. I thought I was fixated on no other than one of the nimble nine down the road. If you missed my first GM you'll not have the slightest idea of who the nimble nine are-and I'm not going there while I dwell on far closer potentially satisfying Girl Moments. Fickel as that sounds. What do I mean to suggest? I hardly ever speak in short sentenced English; but, if I were Edward and Kirsten was Bella I'de stretch my daydream and propose that Kirsten shares Bella's desire to be bitten.

Unfortunately, as I've found all too true in past opportunities, I share Edwards hesitency to end the chase, endanger the love sublect and enter the commitment stage-so quickly. This soliloquy runs on deeper than my mere fears of what transpires once I've been captured by my prey. As the muses sang of fleet footed Achilles, alas, my need for closure is, granted too sadly, superseded by my love of the chase as much as my fears of the end-game ending and a new chapter opening. In short, not too long after we ended our early morning breakfast, exchanged phone numbers, and a warm hug and lingering smile goodbye while holding hands in a four handed really glad to have met you manner, Kirsten called and invited me over for a sleepover-as her mother is weekending with grand-mama. I nearly swallowed my tongue declining immediately. I don't trust myself; and, moreover, Kirsten is nowheres as near barely legal as I thought-being in her second year of Junior High.

Believe it or not, in some states the AOC for girl girl romance is higher than for girl boy romance.

Today is not over. I may give in to the overwhelming urge to update this GM with a harmless sleepover moment. My brother's significant other is likewise visiting out of state relatives opening their summer home. You have NO idea how complicated this could get. Knowing my %#@darn!! resolve, and the complications, I probably will update this post with a part II; yet, I don't believe I'll have any pj memories unless writing to you guys in pjs from my bed on my lap top counts. (pout)

Warmly ξms