It was short, sweet and to the point. I told him that I've been thinking about him and I asked him if he might want to meet for a drink sometime. As soon as I hit send, the butterflies started flying around in my stomach. What if he says yes? What if he says no? I will keep you all posted.
Tommy came over last night. We just chilled and watched the Red Sox game. I fell asleep. The last I remember, it was after 1am.
I am soooo tired, but thank God it's Friday!

Tommy and I went on a cruise in the beginning of June from Boston to Bermuda on the Norwegian Spirit. It was the first time I had ever been on a cruise, and I was nervous about being on a ship in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight. But truth is, I had so much fun! I want to do it again. The first night we had a few beers by the pool and then we went to this restaurant called Cagney's for dinner. Tommy was sweet. He bought me a rose, which is rare for him. The romance continued all the way back to our room. The sex was wild and passionate, and I can't even tell you how many orgasms I had. But the passion died as soon as Tommy came. He held on to me for a few minutes, then rolled over and fell asleep. Why the fuck did I think this night would be any different?!?
The next night we hardly left the room because he wanted to have sex. He promised me we would go up by the pool afterwards to dance and swim, but guess what. He rolled over and went to sleep. I tried my guilt trip voice "You promised we could go dancing." Didn't work. He just said "Tomorrow night."
So I said "fuck you!" and went up by myself. I had a rum & coke and danced my little legs off! And then HE walked over. He was incredible. Dark brown hair, shoulder length, blue eyes and a really fit body. He danced with me, and then sat down with me. We talked and drank, laughed and danced some more. His name was Brian and he was from Braintree. Just minutes from Boston!
In my mind I was going to go with him to his room and we were going to fuck all night! But that was in my mind. We said goodnight and went our separate ways. I saw him a lot during the rest of the cruise, but never got the chance to talk to him because Tommy was always with me. But we exchanged smiles and nods.
On the last night, as we headed closer to Boston, Tommy got really drunk and passed out in our room. I was determined to have one last night of fun before vacation was over, so I went to the pool and ordered a drink. And then Brian appeared, just as I had hoped. Again we danced and talked for hours. When we were both exhausted and ready to turn in, I leaned over and gave Brian a kiss on the cheek. Then he put his hand on the side of my face, looked me in the eyes and kissed me gently on the lips. I had a feeling that I'm not sure I can describe in words. It was beautiful, peaceful.
He borrowed a pen from the bartender and used a napkin to write his phone number and email address. I wrote mine down and gave it to him. Once again, we parted ways.
Since I've been home, I've looked at that napkin and tried to muster the courage to call him, but I chicken out each time.
This afternoon, I checked my email and this is what I got:

Tuesday, July 20, 2010 5:13 PM
From: "Brian****" <brian****@hotmail.com>
To: cyn*****@yahoo.com

Hi Cyndi,

I hope you remember me. We met on the cruise back in June. I hope everything is going well. I was going to call you, but I wasn't sure if it was a good idea. I wouldn't want to cause any problems between you and your boyfriend.
So, after thinking about it for over a month (haha), I decided to take a chance and email you. I hope this isn't a problem.
Just wondering how you are and was hoping you might want to chat sometime.
If not, I completely understand. It was worth a shot, right?

So write back and let me know how you are. It was really nice meeting you.

Brian


I haven't written him back yet. I can write music and poetry as easy as breathing, but I can't think of what to say when I write him back. I feel like a little school girl who has a crush on the boy in homeroom! lol.

I have never had a problem expressing myself thru art, music, photography and poetry. When I pose nude, I am expressing myself in one way or another. I am not a professional model, and I never want to be. The photos you see here are of me, not what some photographer and make-up artist want me to be. No special make-up or wardrobe. Just me, posing the way I want you to see me. I hope that's good enough for you. I will post for as long as you accept me.

I've been seeing a guy on and off since the dawn of time! His name is Tommy, but everyone calls him T. I guess he thinks that sounds cool. Whatever.
I think we are addicted to each other because we can't seem to stay away from each other for longer that a few weeks.

I don't cam. That's all, no exceptions. My webcam is used for chatting with my family in New Orleans, and for Tommy. I don't cam with people I meet online, so stop asking asking. And NO, I will not do it for money!

When I joined NN, I had no idea there was a limit of pics and private messages. So I have to stop at 5 pics in 24 hours. And my private messages are limited, too. So if I haven't gotten back to you, that could be the reason.

Thank you all for writing to me and commenting on my pics. I'll be posting more, like I said above.

Ciao for now

Cyndi