Sausage Fingers

Strange fucking weekend.

Saturday afternoon I had plans to go out to the boat to get some work done, but I had a slight case of the Irish flu from the prior evening's festivities and spent most of the day on the couch. At noon I got a text from Nurse asking if I wanted to get together that night. After an obnoxiously long game of phone tag and fifteen text messages, we picked a spot and said we would meet at 8pm.

I don't know if women can't tell time, are inconsiderate, lack some punctuality gene, are disorganized, or what, but I just expect them to be 30 minutes late these days. So, I wasn't surprised when Nurse came rolling in at ten minutes to nine. I can't say I even minded, I sat at the bar and had a few vodkas and talked to buddy who works there.

When I met Nurse she was sitting, and I never saw her stand up, so when she walked into the restaurant Saturday I was surprised to see how tall and thin she was, she was almost my height. She had on a low cut black shirt and tight jeans. We had an awkward ass-out hug, then sat down. When Nurse sat down she leaned way forward and hung her purse on a hook under the bar. When she leaned over her boobs basically spilled out of her shirt, it's not like I was trying to look, and they looked a little too perfect.

Nurse-

The pros:
Nurse was cool. She's easy to talk to, has a good sense of humor, is into the outdoors. We have a lot in common and the conversation flowed well.

The cons:
She's almost a tom boy - a tall blond tom boy with a big fake rack. She's kind of a butter face, too. The most disturbing thing, though, is that she has the strangest hands. They are small, short...thick. Thick is the best way to describe them. They are small thick hands, with short thick sausage-fingers. They are the hands of a mason, or a midget, attached to a lanky blond. Once I noticed her hands I couldn't take my eyes off them. I couldn't decide if the thought of her hands on my cock were revolting, or cool because my dick would look giant being held by those short, thick, fingers.

Maybe she is a dude, I didn't think of that until just now. The fake boobs, the man hands. Is it rude to ask "So, do you, or did you ever, have a cock? Like, your own, attached to you? No. Great! Want to come over to my hot tub?"

The evening ended with another hug and we walked our separate ways. I don't think I'll call Nurse, AKA Sausage Fingers, again.

Friday I called Asia and left her a voicemail. I heard my phone ring while I was riding home from the office, and when I got home I saw that she had called me back and left a message. Asia was out of town this weekend, but said we should get together this week for drinks.

At 6:30 Friday night my boss called me and said that as of September 1st I was being given a promotion. New job, more responsibility, big pay increase, annual bonus, stock options, it's a great position.