Gotta Guy

I have had one of those weeks -- away from home on a business trip, feeling both isolated and not "on my game" at work. I love my job and for the most part, the people I work with, but am in a patch where something is off kilter.

In some ways, I think it may be a reaction, or a let down to the athletic event I participated in over the weekend. An event that was fun, somewhat dangerous, testosterone charged and inspiring. Maybe I am foolishly looking to keep that momentum going and am unfairly laying that at my works door.

Regardless, a sucky week.

My running is also off. Feeling really heavy and slow and lumbering -- not at all fun and the usual endorphin high or zone-out I love so much.

FUCK.

Hate it when I feel this way.

The upside? I got a guy who wrote me this . . .

"Trust your instincts . . .find value in the meeting. You find satisfaction in leading with purpose, vision and empathy. You are that guy. You have all the tools, be him and no matter what you do, you will find happiness in your work. Go get em."

I got a guy

This guy can also make me cum talking to him. And hearing him cum when we secretly speak, rings in my ears for hours.

To all the guys -- guys who can support one another and guys that makes us hot and guys we can't get out of our minds and who understand the pressures and demands without judgement

We are all deserving of that guy