I kept it secret for three years but I have to get itout. Read "My Blonde Experience" and this takes place three monthslater. I had to swallow my prid... for taking ahorrible beating at the hands of this cute blonde but he also took a horriblebeating at my hands. I wanted to contact him so bad so a couple of months afterour match I called him up and demanded a rematch. At first he hesitated becausehe knew the pain he went thru himself but then he agreed. We had one month totrain and get. David and Esther had met while attending middle school, grew up together, but never had a chance to fully explore their sexuality before getting married and having children. They always just stuck to what they knew. The extent of their sexual exploits consisted of missionary and the occasional hand job. They ended up having three children, before deciding against having anymore.David had recently turned 42. With brown hair and eyes, and a nicely built "dad-bod", David was often the attention of. And that was after having a few crazy dreams.10 a.m. as agreed he called up from the desk. And as I agreed I descended in the elevator and met him. Into the car and about half a mile. We went into a house and into what I suppose was the front room.A lady was laying full length with head and shoulders propped up on a pillow. I had no idea who she was. And now I was beginning, since I could make no sense of any of this, to get a trifle nervous.She introduce herself. "I am Valerie. I am. And I love it.Girls will be Girls. For some reason, it's always been easier for me to relate to girls. First of all, since I like doing a lot of things that have traditionally been considered 'girl' activities - like collecting stationery, practicing flirting, and doing makeovers - hanging out with girls is just more fun. Plus, I could never do some of the wonderful emotional sharing I do with girls with my guy friends. (Which is too bad - telling a friend you love her is one of the nicest.