Last night was blissfully perfect. When I look behind me I see Johnny Paul sleeping peacefully in my bed, still naked from this morning’s events, I am able to remember what it is like to be happy.
I met him 3 weeks ago at Cockleburz1. We started talking and hanging out a lot almost immediately and bedded him this weekend… in the eyes of some that may seem way to soon, but in my eyes, it was perfect. I was attracted to him from the moment I laid eyes on him, and I wanted to be with him… so a dream came true.
I didn’t really go out of my way to win his affections because I thought he wanted Brooke. I was just friendly and was completely myself and I guess he was overthrown by my charms.
About BipolarChick (599 posts)
I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.