The Journeyman

So this is this the story about The Journeyman. Here in my city we have a very large port and at the port the people work to unload things of of ships. In this case he was in charge of unloading cars off of ships. I was 25 at the time fresh out of an engagement, he was probably the second person I dated after my engagement.
Our first date was a to a local park. We walked around and talked honestly forget what really happened, which doesn’t enrich this story in the slightest. But what I do know is that he had his own home. It wasn’t the best part of town but a very blue collar neighborhood. He was very Irish but didn’t have red hair. He was about 5‘7” he did have brown eyes and he was attractive. And MAN was he good in bed. He was the first, and as of now only person to open me up to sex toys and the idea of being more submissive in bed. He ordered 2 vibrators from amazon. They literally looked like they came from 1980 with the total ‘rabbit’ style. Bless.
So everything was good. He had a coon bound and I bought her a little stuffed animal raccoon. He had his own home and at the time I was living at my parents house, so naturally I would spend a lot of time there. I was actually working in retail management at the local mall down there about a year before so I was familiar with the area. So due to me being there often I’d bring an overnight bag, as one would. One day I accidentally left my TRAVEL SIZED shampoo and conditioner at his house. The reason why this detail is so important is that after this event he stopped all communication with me. He never said why, never gave me an answer. But I remember I left the freakin travel sized items in his shower. Along with that I left my watch there and I asked if I could stop by and get it and he said he would fucking MAIL it. Mail it. And he did. I die when I tell you that this brah would have rather spent money to MAIL me something back than see me in person.
Looking back I was probably a little ‘much’. After had just gotten out of an engagement not too long prior I feel like that could’ve scared him off. Who knows. I will forever be grateful for his introduction of sex toys and more foreplay.

Where are they now:
According to the internet, The Journeyman is still working here at the port. He is not a criminal according to case search, But the woman in his profile picture does not look very cute and she looks old. Technically it doesn’t say he’s in a relationship so this is strictly based off of assumption my support is that she does not look like she could be his sister biologically and they are too close to be friends and there are also other evident pictures spanning 3 years back.  He also grew out his beard and it looks terrible, so I’m confident that my travel sized items could’ve saved me from a potential life of ugly beards.

Brah

I have dated a lot in my 20’s and I’ve met many people. What’s better than people watching... dating. It’s like you’re Steve Irwin and instead of observing from afar you’re now picking up the creature and examining it up close and (is it and or in?) personal. Getting to know it. You think you know a little about it by the studying you’ve done. The case searches that have been had, the creep level you’ve achieved. But you don’t know shit until you’re out there in the wild with them. 

People are fucking weird. That’s an understatement. How they have become the people they are, what’s happened in their lives to make them turn into the creatures they are today? The psychology behind that is scary. And then you’re supposed to pick one. Not even supposed to, you want to. You want one of these creatures to spend your life with, maybe procreate with. And that is fucking scary. And in the world today we have so many options. The dating culture can be perceived as shit. I have my own opinions about what led that downhill. 

I hope to share with you my stories. I have taken away names and will use professions as to keep the identities of these souls private. When I was in my early 20’s I would forget their names and could only remember them by what they did and I had a list in the notes section of my iPhone because I forgot. Sometimes I would have to keep notes as to what we talked about. Because I forgot. This the part where I probably should’ve not talked to as many creatures at once, but you live and you learn. I also learned that you shouldn’t go on three separate dates to the local Asian restaurant in short amounts of time because they will remember you, and they will talk about you.