Thanks a bunch. I am probably not the best DBer either, though I have only been at it a short time and I am just getting started.
One thing I made sure of last night (not that I am the best judge)was that I never let a smile depart from my face. Because I wanted to let her know how much she lights me up. And I did a fair amount of validating her verbally and probably more so with body language and moving myself relatively close to her while she talked (which she did 99% of). I was able to adhere very closely to the brief plan of conduct I had, and for that I am proud.
Defensiveness has always been a major stumbling block of mine to overcome. And for myself I think I did great on avoiding that, something she would probably attest to.
One of the wierdest moments and funny just the same, came when we first entered the motel rm. There was an awkward silence which was kinda to be expected as we were suddenly in an enclosed space, and one where we had on numerous occasions used a bedroom for the best thing you can use one for . .ML. It just so happened while we were standing just inside the door the first thing she says is "you were just staring @ my boobs, weren't you". And while I wasn't staring at them perse, her chest is the size of Mt Rushmore. So, we both got a chuckle out of that moment. And then she went on to further keep the focus on her mammaries by asking me if in my looking I happening to notice an extra lift to them. She quizzed me on whether I could guess what the sizzing of this new brassiere was. Rushmore doesn't have much on a pair of 44H's.
And that's my story for now. That is a pleasant thought to end it on.
Lord thanks for breasts. They are splendid things. LOL.
