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I chose to go places with my friend Jenna. Santa Barbara was nice. So was San Diego....San Francisco....Las Vegas.....Malibu.....etc.



Fuckin a - if that isn't southern california 'new relationship' mode, I dunno what is. You described the beginning few months of the more noteworthy pincushions I've dated, save for the obligatory daytrip to Catalina (Zzzzz...) or maybe a camping trip to the Grand Canyon to show off the outdoor skills.

Good times, BI - that's what it's all about. Until six months go by and you start noticing their little annoying shit, like leaving glasses or water bottles everywhere that they took one sip out of, or throwing their soiled undies in your laundry hamper (the bloom is definitely off the rose at that point).

Like I said earlier, seeing the same place through someone else's eyes puts a new paintjob on it, making the time between fluid exchange sessions more bearable. Take her to Laguna Beach one saturday and walk along the cliffs. If you need the names of a few "closer" restaurants in the area, let me know. There's a few key places with food so good it will make a girl orgasm and slide right off her seat every time.