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It's about 7:30 and I'm hoping to sleep soon, but I figured I should write while I have the muse.

I had a very adventurous weekend in Jackson, WY and just planned another adventure?

Friday afternoon, I drove through two mountain passes on my way to meet the Tinder date I was staying the night with. We'd talked on the phone a few times and had pretty much already decided we were gonna bang. Sure 'nough. Fifteen minutes in and he was massaging my neck while we made out. Me being me, I was oddly hesitant but enthusiastic. Because I'm an enigma. Sue me. We had a long quickie in which I was able to get off, much to my surprise and thanks to his foreplay skills.

He had to work a local play/musical shortly thereafter, so we headed down to the theatre on foot. I got a drink and he went off to help setup and seat people. I grabbed us some seats at the sold out show and we were able to watch together.

The play was excellent. "I Can Ski 4 Ever" is the fourth installment of a series of satirical skits about Jackson Hole and the people who exist there. Ski bums and snowboaders. Starving artists and socialites. Jackson Hole is apart of one of the richestcounties in the US, with one of the largest income inequalities I've ever seen. A place with some of the best slopes in the entire world and rent comparable to NYC. The disjointed story follows a few millenials trying to live out their dreams while working two or three jobs. Dating, work, and of course the snow. On the flipside, a gaggle of rich cougars fights for their claim on Jackson when a rival and very wealthy socialite comes to town.

The play was witty, insightful, and quite literally made me laugh until it hurt, all while shining a bright and incredibly pointed light on the enigma that is Jackson Hole culture. No audience member was safe from being called out at least once by the innumerable jokes.

Andrew Munz is the man who wrote, directed, and co-starred in (wearing full drag) this play and its predecessors. I will gladly see another of his works.

After the three hour play was a blur of new people, cocktails, dancing, and pizza. We finally headed back to my date's place with some of his friends in tow once the bar shut down at 2-3am. It was another few hours before he and I crawled into bed for shenanigans and sleep.

The next day, we went out for brunch and hung out at a local festival. I was pretty peopled out and mostly just hovered while he talked to literally everyone. I was happy to be outside in the sun though. Several hours later, we went back to his place for a good fuck and I headed home feeling content and exausted.

Fast forward to today.

Trevor called me after I told him I was having a shitty day. We had talked on my way home Saturday and I had expressed my jealousy and concern that he wasn't going to come see me. We talked a little more today and figured out away to see each other this weekend since he's finally on his way to Montana from Arkansas. Money is tight, but he's planning on being here Thursday. Because I have work on Friday, I decided we would get a hotel Friday and Saturday night.

It hasn't really sunk in yet that he's gonna be here three days, after waiting five months. I can't even believe it's been that long since I saw him last.

I think I want to meet him at the Greenbelt downtown when I get off work. It's at least a mile long path next to the Snake River that features a lovely waterfalll. I dunno. We're likely to just want to rip each others clothes off when we see one another.

*big sigh*

And I have work.

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