Way-back machine: My first time with Ted

Packing is always a hassle, but the impending move from Burke to Alexandria won't involve any of the psychic upheaval that I went through when I moved from NYC to the DC area last summer -- not only did I leave a city that I'd grown attached to over seven years, but I had to adjust to a life in which my ex-husbandoid Juan would no longer play a central and daily role.

At the time, it seemed like an impossible adjustment to let go of all the good memories, and I looked ahead at a future with no job prospects immediately visible and no friends remaining in the DC area. As it would turn out, last summer wasn't all bad -- I did end up making some friends, and I also made the acquaintance of a guy who would become one of my most cherished masturbation buddies. Ted and I haven't had a chance to get together for the past several months, but now that I'm moving into my own place, I look forward to getting naked and horizontal with him once again, very soon.

For those who missed it the first time around, here's my account of the day that Rob's cock and Ted's cock made friends.