Seattle Guy

A very interesting thing happened shortly after I posted Water, Water Everywhere..., the post about all the hot men I was seeing around town in Seattle. I received an email from a PWK reader who lives in Seattle. I'll call him Seattle Guy.  Yes, I know my creativity is impressive, isn't it?

The email read:

Kat: 
I very much enjoyed reading your short little tale about the beautiful men of Seattle.  What can I say, there are a number of us here and I know I do not count myself among the most beautiful.  I just wanted to drop you a quick note saying how much I enjoy your writing and to enjoy my wonderful city.  As much as I would love to be part of your candy tasting adventure (if it were to happen) I know it is unlikely.  Did I read a post in the past that said something about staying away from readers?  Regardless, I am sure you and the family have many adventures planned throughout this city for your time here but if you need any advice about things to do or places to go please ask.  I would be honored to provide my opinion.  Once again, thank you for your writing, it is incredibly enjoyable.
Seattle Guy

Sweet, no?

So I wrote back.


Hi Seattle Guy- 
What a nice message! Are you really in Seattle? Right now, I'm having dinner at Toulouse Petit Kitchen and Lounge. Do you know it? I love to sample the local flavor. ;-) Can't write now, but I'll definitely write more later. Tell me about yourself.>And thank you for the kind words about the blog. What do you like best?
Kat 

We exchanged a few more emails. Then we moved to text and chatted some more. We learned we have quite a bit in common, professionally speaking.  We also learned we have quite a bit in common when it comes to naughty preferences, or as he would say, "inappropriate" activities. He's bright, witty, engaging - thoroughly enjoyable to chat with. I found him on Facebook and saw some photos. Definitely fuckable. Handsome, with an intense look in his eyes in every photo.

I learned quite a few things about him, most of which I won't share here, but there are some things I learned that are definitely relevant to this story.

He's single. (As you know, I don't do single guys.  Well, with the exception of Single Guy. Every rule needs an exception, but if there's more than one exception, it's really not a rule, is it? And "no single guys" is a definite rule.)

He's 31 - young. (As you know, I avoid young guys.  Well, with the exception of Young One. It's not really a rule, but I generally prefer older men.  They are more dominant and more likely to know their way around a woman's body. Also, since I have a son in his early 20's, being with anyone who could be in my son's peer group just feels, well, creepy.)

So, my rules and preferences would say that Seattle Guy would be off limits. Definitely off limits.

And come on, he was some random guy who reads the blog who sent me an email.Do you know how many emails I get? There's no way I could fuck them all.  To be honest, I wouldn't want to even try. I have some definite standards. Only the best for a discerning Kat.

 Add to that the fact that I was on vacation with my family. Hubby's leash on me was tighter and shorter than ever. I had been alone without the family only once on the whole trip, and that was when I was in the room working and Hubby kept calling to make sure I was still there and alone. And in Seattle, my extended family had joined us for a family reunion, so if Hubby wasn't with me, someone was.

All this meant that the odds that I'd be able to get away to meet Seattle Guy, even for a brief and very platonic "hello," would be extremely slim.

But I'm Kat.  I'm creative and resourceful.  And I was interested in Seattle Guy.  I still can't explain it, but I felt a connection soon after we started chatting. I liked him.

 Oh yeah. And I was horny.

 But there were those rules.....and the Houdini-style jailbreak I would have to pull off to meet him.

So, Prowlers, before I finish the story about Seattle Guy, I want to hear from you.  What do you think happened?

Did I manage to meet Seattle Guy? And if you think I met him, do you think it was a friendly meeting over coffee or something more? And if you think it was something more, was it a quick "stolen kiss and heavy petting" session or a "hot and wet fuck and suck" session?

 Maybe there will be a prize for the first person (or two or three) to guess correctly. ;-)

Water, Water Everywhere.....

You remember that little saying, don't you?  Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.  That's how I feel today.

I'm in Seattle on vacation.  This is one of the nation's best cities. The trip up the Oregon coast was gorgeous, but I've been looking forward to Seattle for a while. There's just something about the bustle of the city and the home of Starbucks that makes me feel alive.

Or maybe it's the men.  That's probably it. Seattle has a disproportionately high concentration of good looking men, and that was true even before Fifty Shades of Grey was published. If you haven't read the book, you have no idea what I'm talking about.  Oh well.  All you really need to know is that there are lots of hot men here - in all age groups.

Also keep in mind that I got lucky with that one vacation sex event, but it's pretty obvious that it won't be happening again. A little eye candy, Spartacus, and some fantasies about potential anonymous, one-time sex encounters are what I'm left with to calm the imperious urge.

So, we checked into the hotel and went out walking, looking for a restaurant for lunch. There wasn't much looking involved - they are everywhere in this part of town, but we walked a while because finding a restaurant that works for five people with very different tastes is a challenge. As we walked, while the boys debated the merits of Thai over Mexican, I decided to enjoy the eye candy.

To make a game of it, I thought I'd count the number of gorgeous, fuckable men I saw on the way to whatever restaurant the boys would pick. The first was about 30, well over 6'2", muscular, blonde. I caught my breath and had to focus on keeping my mouth closed as he jogged by.  He turned and smiled at me and nodded as he passed. Damn. I was hoping to keep my panties from getting damp for at least a block or two, but that ship sailed by with Mr. Perfect Teeth. I stopped and turned to watch him from the rear. Oh. My. God.

That's one, I thought. Am I going to be able to survive this walk?

Hubby turned to me and said, "You're not supposed to be so obvious.  There's an art to checking out the opposite sex, ya know."

"That wasn't just any man, though," I replied. "That was a god."

We both laughed, and I got back to my counting.  Two. Three. Four. Five.  I was up to 14 by the time the boys picked a restaurant only three blocks from the hotel.  I decided to continue counting until I got back to the hotel.

Bus boy. Fifteen. Mmmm....waiter....sixteen. Then I started calculating the odds that I might actually escape for a few hours for some....uh.....candy tasting. It would be difficult, but I could do it.

I looked around the restaurant. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one.  What the heck is going on?, I thought.

It was getting ridiculous.  They were, literally, everywhere.

We got up to leave and started walking back. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four.

Then I saw it.  The poster. And it reminded me what my brother had already told me about this weekend. I couldn't believe I forgot.

This is Gay Pride weekend in Seattle.  The parade is Sunday.

Noooooooooo!!!!!!

All those gorgeous men, but a bunch are gay, in town for the parade, and I have no way of knowing which are real candy and which are not candy at all.

I quit counting for the rest of the walk back. Now I was a little bit depressed and sexually frustrated.

Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.