Indiana

I had recently reconnected with an old friend on Facebook in September 2017.  Shortly after that, I received a friend request from a person in common to both of us: His wife’s sister.  Meet Indiana:

Indiana, from Indiana, has a stereotypical midwestern look.  Not what I’m going for, but with blue eyes, piercings, and tatts everywhere, I’ll let it slide.  There is some history between Indiana and I: One week, many, many years ago, she came to visit the east coast and we hooked up one night.

Upon receiving this friend request I remembered that night as if it were yesterday.  I find the flashbulb memory phenomenon so strange: This event was nearly two decades ago and my memory for it is so crystal clear, yet I struggle to remember what I ate for dinner yesterday.  It’s an even tougher pill to swallow when I think about her and she’s now in her 30’s: When I think about her I just picture her as a teenager in my mind.

So, I start up my game:

After a few more DM’s I give her my phone number:

It was almost surreal reconnecting with her.  She had my full attention as she brought me back down memory lane:

I guess I was so fond of her I even gave her my work uniform when she visited.  Which, by the way:

The name on the shirt was ‘Happy’. How did this guy not get laid constantly back then??

Anyway, let’s not get carried away about all this romantic stuff.  I have one thing in mind and one thing in mind only:

Operation NP (Nude Pics).

And how to accomplish this feat, you ask?  Turn up the dial to ‘sex’:

Then víola:

I can neither confirm nor deny that I received another 11 pictures that were fully nude over the next few days.

The whole thing was very exciting and, at the same time, frustrating.  I realized I was traveling for business in October and thought maybe I’d throw the invite out there.  I mean, what could possibly be better than a time-limited fuckfest with someone I like and with no chance to possibly commit to?  Hmmm, helps to ensure continued self-protection, as she alluded to here:


The life of a serial dater explained.  And a life about to be put fully on display here in future episodes of The 973.

Meanwhile, as my blogger friends Lisa and Meg debate the many mysteries of the dating universe, I make alternate arrangements:

Virtual romps are not as good as real life romps, but they will do, especially on a weekday.  That’s a wrap.  Looking forward to Cocktober.

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I’m a divorced dude living and dating in New Jersey. This blog is my story told through a first-person view of my text messages to my friends and/about my dates.