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Part 3: Bend-Over. I'll drive.
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Part 3: Bend-Over. I'll drive. Recently, I did something scary and potentially dangerous, something I've never done before. And am unlikely to repeat...even though it turned out fine this time. I've been meeting men (and some women) via the internet for 16 years --off and on-- when I'm single. I meet in a public place, chat and decide whether to meet again, fuck asap or not. But I NEVER get in the car of someone I don't know. This time I got in the car with an internet blind date. Here's how it happened. Before I visited Bend, OR, I posted an ad on craigslist. See Part 1 quotBendOver I39ll drivequot for details. I got a lot of interesting responses. More about that here: Part 2 BendOver I39ll drive. But one of the last men to contact me, when I was in Redmond, near the airport and debating about whether to rent a car or not, said he'd come pick me up and give me a ride into Bend. He could spell, punctuate and clearly knew Bend well. He said he'd also played in lots of tournaments at Santa Barbara's East Beach. (I guessed volleyball which was correct.) I called a Santa Barbara sex positive girlfriend (sex positive means she and I are positive sex is great and that it's a good thing to be a woman who enjoys a lot of sex) to figure out some steps to assure my safety. As I've done with many internet dates, I decided to walk around outdoors with him and get a feel for him. If I didn't feel safe, I'd simply send him on his way and take a cab to the car rental place. Redmond and Bend haven't yet gotten on the Uber or Lyft band wagon. There are, however, lots of taxis because there are TONS of craft breweries. I met "Sam" in the lobby the Redmond Motel 6 where I'd crashed for a night after landing safely late at night at Redmond Airport (about 20 minutes from Bend). We walked outside, talked about the mountains and the irrigation ditch running behind the hotel. He was pretty darned knowledgeable, which is one thing I sought in a tour guide. I decided to go with him in his white abduction van. Just kidding. It was a white van with a Thule roof rack but with windows. These are the steps my Santa Barbara friend and I agreed upon: 1) I'd meet him in the hotel lobby where the desk clerk would see him. She pointed out that, if someone disappears, police will first check the last place the person was seen. 2) I took a picture of his license plate and sent it to her. 3) I had him text me from his cell phone so I had his cell number on my phone. 4) I agreed I'd text my girlfriend about my safety until I got to the point where I didn't think I needed to be on high alert. Sam and I set off and he kept up a running commentary on all things Bend-ian. He knew a sh*t-load about the area. While showing me around, Sam tried to help me familiarize myself with the area using some landmarks, the Deschutes River, which flows northward through the center of town, The Old Mill (which is a new shopping center development created out of an old lumber mill), the Red Chicken Roundabout and snow-capped Mount Bachelor. I have a terrible sense of direction so I never did quite figure out where everything was. I was, however, stunned by Bend's beauty. I love mountains and The Sisters and "The Bachelor" are beautiful. The river running through town is graced by sheer red rock walls on one side. People were floating on tubes and rafts, kayaking, stand up paddling and surfing, yes, surfing in the new whitewater park. As I'd requested in my ad, there was no sex talk. I was surprised because I gave him a few openings when I talked about my work as a Pro Domina. I probably alluded to my adventurous sex life with a Sex Positive friend group where we chat and then have sex in a group setting. Most guys can't wait to pump me for information about those things. He didn't take the bait. We did talk about places in the world where we'd lived or traveled. Me: Japan, Argentina, Spain, France, Italy, Nicaragua and Mexico. Him: Australia, ski places in Canada, the American South and pretty much everywhere else! I learned a LOT about Australia, which is a place I'd always wanted to visit. We looked at a globe in his home. We agreed we like globes and paper maps to be able to see where places are in relation to one another. After taking me up to Tumalo Falls (pictured below), where just a short hike at 3500 feet of altitude made me breathe hard, Sam dropped me at the airbnb home where I'd rented a room for two nights. We hugged awkwardly under the gaze of the airbnb woman host's gaze. "Thanks. See ya," I said, not sure if I would see him again. I walked down to The Old Mill and met Will, a guy with whom I'd connected via this site, for dinner. He and I had a pleasant enough chat about sex, sex and more sex. Like most men, Will was curious about the group sex experience. My stomach hurt and I was tired so I thanked Will for dinner and went home alone. End of Day One (Saturday) in "Bend-Over, I'll Drive," Oregon. Don't worry. I'll speed more quickly through the travelogue portion and get to the sex part soon. But I wanted to reassure you that, although I did something kind of risky for a single woman, I did what I could to assure I'd end up in one piece. Rather than many pieces on the side of the road. {=}{=}{=} BiPolyBabe69 |
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