The Glassblower is on my mind again. He is playing some kind of game with me, the usual game of love.
Every time I completely give up on him and lose interest, he reappears again.
To continue the story from my last post, The Glassblower Part 1: https://innerworldofpuanani.wordpress.com/2014/02/24/the-glassblower/
A month or so after our initial date, I ran into the Glassblower at a reggae show. He was all over me that night, couldn’t keep his hands off me. The next day he called me and invited me to hang out with him.
He came to my house with his 5 year old son. They wanted to go see a kid’s movie which would have bored me, but it turned out it wasn’t playing, so I suggested that we go for a hike instead.
We went through the entrance to the woods and drove deep into the forest. It was a…
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