WORLD OF RAWR

"I'm on Oconee Street."

Mind you, the story with Slim doesn't necessarily start here, but it's the nearest to this moment. We had met on a different website and started chatting there. From that point, it was chats and texts until Friday of this past week. That would be two days ago.

We were trying to make arrangements - do I go there or do we stay here/if here, then where - as everyone often does. Logistics can be the devil at times, but ultimately I was fine with it and, more than that, financially prepared for it.

We decided on Saturday as a meeting day and that the place would happen later. Cool. Then Saturday rolls around and things come up as they often do. Things had to be rescheduled and I made plans with another friend or two in the meantime. This turned out for my benefit, I was dead tired and went to bed at 8:30 for the night.

Then comes today and we're back to line one. I wonder what they will look like. I wonder if they will respect rules and limits and/or scare me. Then they arrive in my city and I guide them to my address. It turns out that the minor concerns I may have had were non-concerns even with multiple megapixels of upgrade.

They are nervous, I am not. We talk for a while about everything and I ask them to teach me things. We start to roll and instincts take over. Mostly in defense. I'm offensively-clueless. We roll for a while, take a break, roll for a while, take a break, roll for a while.

In between we talk about things like work, family and friends. I offer water. We laugh and comment on the almost heavenly weather today. Good energy all around. We roll, he nearly pins me. I nearly pin him. We are respectful and playful. He's strong and I have grown. I can tell.

Afterward, I am thinking we will head to a pub and chat before he heads home. I mentioned writing this to him and he smiled.

"I think I might write some, too. You've inspired me."

Always a good thing if you ask me.