Tonight, date one and boy john meet.
We are doing dinner.
The three of us.
An early dinner so we can get a quiet table in the corner and talk. So we can get to know one another.
I am imaging that there will be some nervousness. Trepidation. I am, after all, looking to have both of these lovely men serve me. And most likely serve one another at my direction and whim.
But that is for later. We will move carefully to those darker, sexier places later. Tonight is about dinner. The “getting to know you” phase of it all.
I hope it goes well. I hope my gut feeling is correct. I have a good, gut feeling about this. I really hope I am not wrong.
I don’t LIKE being wrong.
It makes my crown feel crooked.