Sell My Soul for Some Light, Fluffy, Superficial Lust

OK, the depths of hell seem to be passing, Donna seems on the road to recovery...now it seems time to pursue some superficial lust and pleasure.  I realize life is not all about sex, FUN...that's what I'm after, but mutual shared lust is sort of the supreme icing on the cake.  I know that I need something more and deeper than that, but I'm afraid that, when I go deeper, this evil, greedy, beast emerges to devour both our souls and burn us up, or scares the hell out of her...good for survival and self-preservation, but murder on a relationship.  All I've got to do is stay cool and stay loose, keep my head out of my own ass and into another's, so to speak, and that should keep the darkness at bay, while not obsessing (unless she obsesses about me) but keeping the whole thing light and fun.  There's this cute little black girl who is a massage therapist, whom I booked an appointment with next Sunday...seems to like me too...when she came into the holding room and I asked "am I your next patient?", she replied "I hope so" (!)...don't know if I should read anything at all into that or if she was just talking out of her cute ass...guess I'm in far better shape than the 60+ year olds she's used to rubbing on...in any event, she seems bored too and in that dark, funky, lonely place, looking for some fun...depending on how our massage session goes, I'll ask her if she wants to hang out more and try to get her #...if not, I'll laugh it off and be okay with that too.  She's supposed to keep it "professional" and not fraternize with her patients, at least while in session.