Frisky Words

Moving back through this blog (blugh) I'm surprised that it isn't more punishingly earnest and wallowing. I may have removed most of that; whew.
Because actually I'm thinking of -gasp-sharing the link. I don't think that I really will, and certainly I will need to self-edit before that would ever happen, but now that I'm writing it down...you just never know, now, do ya?
It's just there's this guy. (insert collective groan here)
And I've known him just over a year now and I have a disturbingly long lived interest in this man. Just the freakiest thing about the whole thing is that I think he actually might, actually, also be a bit interested in the possibilities of sharing some naughy notions...which feeds into my secret dream of writing the next big fad erotic novel. It's just that I need some outside input.
Outside input is something that I've pondered in other ...fora.
For example:
I've been now with mark the wonderful husband (99.7%) for thirteen (almost exacticly) years now. And never ever with another person. And I feel my skills are good, honed even. Practice has made perfect, one would think.
But, are they?
I feel that, really, for the sake of quality control one could make a strong argument for the 'third party feedback' justification. There are of course risks to this that are very high: but there can be safeguards in place (insert sarcatic smirk from same 3rd party).
By this I mean that this guy, who for the time being will remain nameless since to find an alternative name will necessarily take time, is as far as I can tell, in a very happy relationship with cats and a nice doggy. They have a home on the waterfront (near the airport, but whatever) and lives and family and siblings and all that stuff. No kids, yet. But maybe. Nobody's ruling anything out.
Awesome. I don't want to have; I only want to borrow. Once... or twice, maybe.
But of course, as always with me there's that need to be in the brain of the subject. I actually would willingly never see him again if he'd only email me more than 6 words at a time.
Bastard. All that brain and wit; literate and literal and humerous if a bit arrogant. Whatever: he can be arrogant. He's tall and dark with blue eyes and a piercing glare. Don't piss me off; or maybe, why are you wasting my time?
It was actually during one 'why are you wasting my time' distainful gazes that I had one of those blue, blue, really blue: Wow, his eyes are Blue moments. I think that's when I knew that we could be friends. This teacher student thing wasn't going to last, after all.