*This is my last nonfiction post, as I’ve run out. I could write about other sexual experiences, but they’d read as boring, standard foreplay and missionary sex with a few doggystyles thrown in for good measure. The truth of the matter is that while I consider myself a crazy stupid horny cougar skank, I’ve really only been one for the better part of 18 months. But onto my last nonfiction chapter:*
I frequent (and still do) a coffee shop in Marin County, CA. Pre-COVID, I would go to my yoga class and then drive to the coffee shop afterwards 3-4 times a week. Occasionally, I would see a man with his baby boy there, holstered in his Baby Bjorn, and talking to other normal patrons. I would say hello to him every now and then and engage in small talk, and let him know how cute I thought his baby was, but that was it.