Adventures of the Bearded Bard

  As May unfolded, we fit in as many dates as possible before her upcoming cosmetic surgery—Candlelight Coldplay Orchestra, Train, Open Mic Duo, and karaoke nights. Despite the major conflict of May 15th, we managed to work through the insecurities and frustrations, coming out stronger on the other side. When the big day arrived, her surgery went smoothly. The medical staff assured her she’d be thrilled with the results—and they weren’t wrong. 🫠 After a few weeks of recovery, she would be ready to resume dating, but even without physically seeing each other, our connection never faltered. Conversations flowed effortlessly, and my favorite moments were when we shared music together. Each day, as responsibilities faded into the evening, she was the first person I wanted to talk to. Often, I felt moved by our bond, and I poured those feelings into poetry and songwriting. One evening while she rested in bed, a melody drifted into my mind. I picked up my guitar, laid down a progr...

  If you’ve followed the first six chapters of the Song Bird saga, you know the story has mostly been filled with fun, excitement, and discovery. But in May of 2025, things took a turn—and for the first time, I felt the sharp edge of heartbreak. It was a Wednesday afternoon. I had just finished a string of long, grueling meetings and called her on my drive back to the office. Over the weekend, she had admitted that our connection was starting to feel more like boyfriend and girlfriend than casual lovers. She carried guilt about that, but I reassured her I wasn’t trying to cause issues for her family. I suggested we could balance affection and romance without letting things get out of hand—and even encouraged her to spend more time enjoying others for a while. She agreed. Our conversation then shifted to the reasons behind certain boundaries. That’s when she used an analogy that hit me like a punch to the gut. She said something along the lines of: “If a child had its favorite...

The next date with Song Bird was at a country concert in one of the big casinos on the Strip. We met in the parking garage, then made our way inside, grabbing drinks before finding our seats. She had surprised me by wearing the Lush 3 toy we’d picked out together at the adult store. Setting it up was effortless. As we waited for the performers to emerge, I connected to the device from my phone and began playfully testing the settings. When the headliner took the stage, I tried to match the intensity of the vibrations with the energy of the music. She squirmed beside me, occasionally letting out an involuntary gasp as her eyes rolled back. I smirked, teasing her with different rhythms, and we both laughed at the secret thrill we shared in such a public space. It was exhilarating to know that she had placed that kind of trust in me. Midway through the show, an usher approached us and offered closer seats. We happily accepted, but in the shuffle of gathering our things, something unex...