Got home from work long enough to get naked when there was a knock at the door. Turned out to be autodidactic, who I haven't seen in the flesh for several years. An all too short visit because of the pussy allergies, but nice nonetheless.
Then a call from the Sasha about going to dinner, since I won't see her again before she leaves for France. This ended up involving me in a drive to Cottage Grove (read: almost fucking Wisconsin) and a nice damn dinner at Ruby Tuesday.
Thing is that I always have really good dates with Sasha. Tonight there was a tiny awkward moment when she went to kiss me goodnight, then caught herself. Not what I was expecting.
I'm damn charming.