Gayle’s attention was drawn to the tallest of them. He had sandy blond hair, a sexy square jaw, (that would fit perfectly between her thighs), and s...oulders you could park a bus on. He wore a tight tee-shirt showing how fit he was, dusty jeans, and work boots. Huge work boots; the biggest Gayle had ever seen.She took her drink and went to the bar and nudged her hip against the blond guy. When he turned her way, she asked, ”Hey, don’t I know you? Aren’t you the plumber who tried to fix my leak. She said that you couldn't get out of bed under any circumstances." But I gotta go pee, real bad," I said. And then I added, "I don't remember anyone coming in and sticking a thermiter in my mouth." It's called a thermometer," she said, "And she didn't stick it in your mouth. She rolled you on your side and stuck it in your butt hole."No way," I said, "I would know if that happened." Well it did, and I know it for a fact cause I was right here when she did it." What, you looked at my butt?". I lifted my head as felt the twin sting of disappointment as I simultaneously realized I did not have a gorgeous mane of long hair as I had envisioned, and that he was wearing a condom.Two orgasms, and I was filled with mixed emotions. Part of me wanted more, much more, many more, and part of me just wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss him until we both fell asleep. The tiny little voice was busy mapping out our wedding, what I would wear, how I'd have my hair done, what ring to pick. Most men, let’s be honest, are not worth a second glance, intellectually or physically. Once in awhile though…If I am honest with myself, he could have been an ass about it. He could have used it against me or forced me. He did none of those things -- how much him being married also has to do with it, I don’t know.If I am honest with myself, it was on that trip to the conference in Portland. I’d reactivated my profile, sans picture, before I left home. It never takes long. I learned a long time.