2999the HBB hunter

[evile]

Mar. 3, 2005

 

 

Me to J-law:

I'm tired, I stayed up too late last night. It was mostly fun. The
main organizer of the poly big fun campout was at dinner last night
and we were talking and before I knew it, I'd agreed to do a reprise
of my 'edible bedroom delights' workshop that I did the
first/last/only time I went to big fun. wow. hope it goes better
this time, since I know more people now. Last time there were only,
like, 4 people at the workshop, and I'd bought like a hundred bux
worth of goodies. I ended up feeling kind of stupid.

ANYWAY, that was fun. I saw a lot of friends and we had the patio
pretty much to ourselves so I got to circulate and chat, which was
really nice.

I did have one kind of icky experience--met my first HBB (Hot Bi
Babe) Hunter. He was writing a screenplay. About bisexual women. And
wanted to interview many many bisexual women. To make it authentic.
So, please, tell me all the hot juicy details of your sex life,
strange woman I just met 5 minutes ago.

He started out seeming friendly and curious and nice, and then all of
the sudden, POW. It was really disconcerting. Luckily, this gal
nosugarsadded showed up as things were getting uncomfortable, and I gave her
giant hugs and said "Hey" and then he started talking to her. Her
boyfriend oracle_tx was right there, so I figure she'd be OK. plus she's
more of a TMI kind of girl, doesn't mind discussing such personal
things. So hopefully I created a win win there, rather than foisted
off an asshole on a friend.

It would have been perfect if UB had been there, I could have
introduced the two of them, she would have lectured him all night
about her fabulous wonderfulness and the rest of the ladies at dinner
could have escaped unscathed.

UB likes to tell stories about how people are always smarming on her
because they think that being poly, pagan, self-professed bi means
you'll fuck anything. I had never experienced this phenomenon so up
close and personal before. UB says her response is something
like "Yes, I'm bi, poly, pagan, sex positive and frisky, but I won't
fuck you, now go play in traffic."...I really wish I'd actually said
that to him.

Oh, and did I mention? He was expelling quantities of intestinal gas
the ENTIRE time. It was FOUL beyond belief. My nasal cavity is singed.

*shaking head* Ah, what a life.