I messed up

Last week, I got a message on OkC from a guy who complimented my music tastes. I dub him Music Hipster because he looks Hipster'ish and is a bit of a music snob. Anyway, I replied to his message, we discovered we both liked playing Words with Friends, so he challenged me a game, and we sort of got to know each other via the chat feature on there. Then, we exchanged phone numbers and texted, too.

We finally went on our date last night and it could have gone really, really well but I totally messed up. I was rough around the edges and quite abrasive. (I cursed too much and some of the stories I told were probably inappropriate and I couldn’t seem to stop calling him Dude.) Every blue moon, I’m like this on a date if I peg someone a certain way and I think they can handle it. (Basically, if I feel too familiar too soon.) Anyway, about ¾ into our date, it dawned on me he was actually quite wholesom and sweet and therefore was NOT that way and was NOT able to handle it (i.e., didn’t like it/was turned off by it) but I didn’t know how to undo the damage I had done so it sort of continued but to a lesser degree.  Anyway, too bad. He’s really cute, very cool and mellow, and incredibly, incredibly sweet. We met at a saloon dive bar, and played Scrabble (I won), we played Sports Trivial Pursuit (I won), and we played 2 hands of Rummy (I won), so it was a really fun, atypical date. He paid for everything, even though I insisted on getting half. He walked me to my car and gave me a really warm hug and spoke or getting together again, but I'm doubtful he'll follow through.

Thankfully, I have a great date lined up tonight with Latin Lawyer (who is far, far ahead of the pack) so I’ll wallow about Music Hipster later. I suggested meeting at the bar where we plan to play trivia (God, I have a soft spot for nerds) but he countered with an offer to pick me up. I have the rest of the morning and all of this afternoon and part of the evening till he pulls up in my driveway to decide if I'll invite him in at the end of the night or not. Decisions, decisions.

A pleasant surprise

I tried to cancel my date because I had a persistent case of laryngitis and Latin Lawyer said he'd lean close to here my whispers. I mean, with an offer like that, how could I refuse!?

 

He ended up being such a pleasant surprise. I mean, I never went into it thinking he wasn't a complete winner--I did. From his profile and our emails, it was clear he was smart and charming. But, in person, he's also sweet and polite and idealistic in a way that kind of melted me. And he smelled wonderful. I'm such a sucker for a man who smells nice.

 

We met at a bar, shared a huge plate of nachos, and got to know each other over a few drinks. Then he suggested we hop in his car, so he could drive us to the movie theater nearby. It was one of those eat while you watch campy movies places, and we had such a good time! During the previews, we took turns ribbing each other saying, "Oh we should totally see that!" And the movie was hysterical. Afterwards, he drove me back to my car.

 

Throughout the night, I detected a few "he's interested" vibes. Mainly, he touched my arm every so often. The way his body leaned into mine. Also, I caught him looking down my shirt when he thought I wasn't looking. Ha!

 

Right before I got out of his car, I don't know if it was too much wine or the fact that he surpassed my expectations but I went for it and leaned in for a kiss. And it felt so nice and he was so receptive, I went in for another one. We made tentative plans to get together again next week, and I hope he doesn't flake because I really like him. 

Disaster averted

It has been years since I was properly laid. Years and years and years. FWB, who ended up not being FWB material at all, wasn't very good. Hot Frat Boy was decent our first night but lost his mojo the second. I think my need to get properly laid made me really weak and I ended up contemplating something I never thought I would. Basically, a married man contacted me on OkC and made me an offer I almost couldn't refuse.

He said something along the lines of "Hey, I'm married with kids but my wife and I aren't compatible in the bedroom anymore. I think you're gorgeous and I'm hot, well hung, and skilled. So, why don't you and I get together once or twice a month and fuck each other's brains out?"

Normally, I would say, "You're married? Uh, fuck off, pal."

But, like I said. I was feeling weak, so I said, "Well, how skilled are you?"

I know, it was awful. We talked on the phone a few times and he's definitely an alpha male, and something tells me he'd take charge wonderfully in the bedroom. Thankfully, I came to my sense today and he and I are no longer contemplating things. My mom can be proud of me once more. But God, what does it take to get good and fucked in this goddamn town?!?

In tamer news: if I get my voice back tomorrow (long story), I have a date with Latin Lawyer. Confession: I wrote to him first but he usurped the lead nicely and I'm looking forward to meeting him.