|My Sweet Brazilian Boy closely resembles this sad hottie.|
Check out "Torn Jeans" Rick's shout out to me. Too funny!
It's crunch time at my school; we're in the thick of final exams, report-card writing and semester-end duties. And I am doubly busy because I'm cleaning out my classroom after 15 years; Lots of "stuff" to throw out!
As well, I've been trying to plan for my exciting World Pride trip in three days.
I also received a surprise letter from Revenue Canada regarding my 2013 tax return which needs immediate attention. I'm not being audited, exactly, but they need more information regarding my spousal support payments, which are a deduction for me and taxable for my ex-wife. Yesterday, I had to request that she sign a few documents and ask for some additional information. **sigh** Will I ever be done with her?
Thursday will be my last day at my old school. I've said my goodbyes to my fantastic department (so sad!) but now I am extremely excited about going to my beautiful new school which is much closer to home.
I've heard from some neighbourhood kids that they've received next year's timetable with my name is listed as their teacher. But I can't find out until Thursday exactly what classes or subjects which I'm teaching. How fucked up is that? lol
On the hookup front, I've been swamped (by my standards) with a sudden upsurge in offers, a dozen or more, mainly from men on pof.org. I find this really odd because Plenty of Fish has been rather stagnant in the past year. I suspect the warm weather and the sight of hot men everywhere in shorts has gotten the testosterone flowing.
All the men are younger and with little or no experience, mainly 22 - 25 years old with two guys in their mid-30s. They all describe themselves as "fit" or with an "athletic build." Sweet! So I've been trying to accommodate them as best I can; usually a sweet, late night visit to the Love Nest every second night or so.
I hadn't contacted my Sweet Brazilian Boy for a week or more (we're both too busy; him with school work and watching the FIFA World Cup) but he sent me some sweet texts yesterday. He misses our sweet kisses and cuddling and wants to get together again, but it will have to wait until I get back from World Pride.
I am already getting sad in anticipation of him returning to Brazil next year... and the fact that he's 21. If he was 20 years older, I'd never let him go!