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Good morning everyone.  A few pics to start this day off.  I am off to a good start.  I seem to be in a pretty good mood.  Things are going pretty well, even if I have a few setbacks here and there.  I'm breathing, so things can't be all that bad if you know what I mean. Had a date last night.  He was super good-looking, pretty good body, fun to be with.  He, however, was not skilled in the pleasing vagina department.  I don't know if he will ever read this. I doubt he would tell me if he was a subscriber or not.  Doesn't matter.  

I am going to go in on filters and editing again.  I absolutely hate it.  I have friends that take pictures of me with filters and selfie camera apps that do all kinds of weird shit to my face.  When I post the pics, some pics look like me, and others don't.  I like my phone.  It takes a straight and honest pic.  Wrinkles, zits, whatever other weird shit happens to my face, it's all there, and I think it looks good.  From now on, I am going to call out filter whores when I see them.  Why am I so disgusted by filter whores?  Why in the world do I care about people so self-conscious about their fucked up flaws they edit their photos into someone they are entirely not?  Because I have a picture of the guy, I met last night.  It shows his entire body, face, and cock included.  It has to be a solid 9 inches in the picture.  Imagine my surprise when it was 4 inches at best when it popped out into my hand, which would not have prevented me from seeing him.  But when you sell me on a car with a V-8 and deliver a 4 cylinder, I'm going to notice.  Plus, he was super nervous, didn't know how to eat pussy, and was having control issues as in was always one stroke away from cumming.  So there were a lot of stops and go waiting for him to settle his dick down.  Do I want to train guys how to fuck properly?  Some I do.  Some are worth it.  But when you send me photos of yourself with your dick altered, that makes me not want to deal with you anymore.  I could have worked with what he had and would have.  He has the perfect cock for filling my colon with sperm.  He is fun to be around.  Going on dates and blowing him in the car or giving him handjobs under the table could be wildly fun and sexy.  But he deceived me, successfully at that.  Am I bothered by that?  No.  What bothers me is the lack of respect he has for me by doing so.  He didn't trick me into fucking him.  It wasn't the size I was after.  It was an experience.  I was hoping I could salvage the experience.  I was unsuccessful.  I'm not sure what I'm going to do with him.  I am still up in the air. I'll let you know.

Don't think this is a depressing post.  It's not.  Not every date is a homerun.  If it were, I would be a massive liar—too many massive liars in the adult world, no point in adding another.

So, where do I go from here?  I already set another date.  If at first, you don't succeed, fuck another dick again, and again, and again.  That's my motto!