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.
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Monday, January 2
Saturday, December 31
Too much, too soon
I think it was a case of too much, too soon with Hot Frat Boy.
A work snafu on Christmas led me to call him from the office around 9p, asking if he could pick me up instead of me driving over. A little domestic for 2 people who barely knew each other, I concede. But, he did and seemed relatively pleasant about it, and brought me back to his place, where we pieced together a rustic gratin, put it in the oven, and then settled in, and watched a few movies while it was baking.
Unfortunately, our vibe was off. He wasn't snuggly like he was the night before, our conversation was awkward and stilted, and when we finally hit the sack, "it" was pretty quick and basic. Blech.
Things didn't improve in the morning, either. He made coffee and we shared some of his grandma's coffee cake, which was nice of him to make/plate up, but I could not wait to get the hell out of Dodge. Since then, no word. But I'm okay with that. Contrary to his name, he's not a bonehead. He's a counselor at the university so he deals with peoples' problems all day long. Couple that with grad classes and managing the building where he lives and he's a busy guy. A busy guy...with walls. Lots and lots of them. Truthfully, I'm too old and too tired to care an iota about breaking any of them down. Life's too short.
In other news:
The Professor keeps emailing me even though I haven't really reached out since our late a few weeks ago. Figures. The ones you don't like are the ones who put forth the most effort.
Music Teacher (he teaches the cello) and I have our 2nd date on Sunday. As for what kind of date it is, he's coming over to my place at 10p and we're planning on sharing a bottle of wine. What can I say, when it rain, it pours.
A work snafu on Christmas led me to call him from the office around 9p, asking if he could pick me up instead of me driving over. A little domestic for 2 people who barely knew each other, I concede. But, he did and seemed relatively pleasant about it, and brought me back to his place, where we pieced together a rustic gratin, put it in the oven, and then settled in, and watched a few movies while it was baking.
Unfortunately, our vibe was off. He wasn't snuggly like he was the night before, our conversation was awkward and stilted, and when we finally hit the sack, "it" was pretty quick and basic. Blech.
Things didn't improve in the morning, either. He made coffee and we shared some of his grandma's coffee cake, which was nice of him to make/plate up, but I could not wait to get the hell out of Dodge. Since then, no word. But I'm okay with that. Contrary to his name, he's not a bonehead. He's a counselor at the university so he deals with peoples' problems all day long. Couple that with grad classes and managing the building where he lives and he's a busy guy. A busy guy...with walls. Lots and lots of them. Truthfully, I'm too old and too tired to care an iota about breaking any of them down. Life's too short.
In other news:
The Professor keeps emailing me even though I haven't really reached out since our late a few weeks ago. Figures. The ones you don't like are the ones who put forth the most effort.
Music Teacher (he teaches the cello) and I have our 2nd date on Sunday. As for what kind of date it is, he's coming over to my place at 10p and we're planning on sharing a bottle of wine. What can I say, when it rain, it pours.
Sunday, December 25
Out of nowhere
I'll close the book on SF by saying he never called yesterday.
After work yesterday, I met up with Hot Frat Boy at a French bar for drinks. It was Christmas Eve and the restaurant part was closed so we just had a few drinks in the bar. Darn. I was in the mood for yummy crepes. Anyway, because I didn't hear anything from him for days after our first date, I arrived for our date with a bit of wariness. He let out a big smile when he saw me and gave me a warm hug, which surprised me. Then, we got comfy in the corner. So, I'm not the most subtle person in the world when I'm peeved and it took less than 10 minutes before I asked him why he never responded to my "I got home safely" text. He claims he replied. Turns out, he wrote out a reply but it didn't send and instead got stored in his drafts! Whew.
We had a great time but drinks on an empty stomach means I'd be sloshed in no time so we got in his car, drove around looking for an open restaurant, found a Thai place that had the yummiest Pad Thai with tamarind sauce and we shared that with a few drinks, and right then and there I knew I had to kiss him and soon. He's the hot, smartass jock in school you always wanted to date...and we were on a date! I knew exactly where I was going to take him after dinner, too. A red-light basement bar with booths where you can make-out like teenagers AND NO ONE CARES. Great minds think alike because the moment we got back to his car, he cut me off mid-sentence with a kiss, which turned into a pretty hot and heavy make-out session. Then, we headed to the red-light bar, drank a bit more, made out obscenely almost the whole time. Afterwards, he drove me to his place where he proceeded to [are you ready for this?] worship my body for hours and hours and hours. OMG.
He drove me to my car this morning. Along the way, he idled while I found a coffee stand (he didn't want any), then he idled while I got money out of the ATM (new tradition: gifting money) and I was really touched by how he seemed not to mind sitting in the car while I ran my little errands. In fact, when I walked back from the coffee stand, I had my coffee on one hand and I got him an iced water in the other and, without any kind of prompting from me, quickly got out and opened my door for me. Aww.
It might be a case of too much too soon, but I'm heading over to his place after work tonight. He doesn't know but I'm bringing over gratin fixings and plan on throwing that in the oven when I get there. We don't have much planned. Just a movie or two. Oh yeah, and some major body worshipping.
After work yesterday, I met up with Hot Frat Boy at a French bar for drinks. It was Christmas Eve and the restaurant part was closed so we just had a few drinks in the bar. Darn. I was in the mood for yummy crepes. Anyway, because I didn't hear anything from him for days after our first date, I arrived for our date with a bit of wariness. He let out a big smile when he saw me and gave me a warm hug, which surprised me. Then, we got comfy in the corner. So, I'm not the most subtle person in the world when I'm peeved and it took less than 10 minutes before I asked him why he never responded to my "I got home safely" text. He claims he replied. Turns out, he wrote out a reply but it didn't send and instead got stored in his drafts! Whew.
We had a great time but drinks on an empty stomach means I'd be sloshed in no time so we got in his car, drove around looking for an open restaurant, found a Thai place that had the yummiest Pad Thai with tamarind sauce and we shared that with a few drinks, and right then and there I knew I had to kiss him and soon. He's the hot, smartass jock in school you always wanted to date...and we were on a date! I knew exactly where I was going to take him after dinner, too. A red-light basement bar with booths where you can make-out like teenagers AND NO ONE CARES. Great minds think alike because the moment we got back to his car, he cut me off mid-sentence with a kiss, which turned into a pretty hot and heavy make-out session. Then, we headed to the red-light bar, drank a bit more, made out obscenely almost the whole time. Afterwards, he drove me to his place where he proceeded to [are you ready for this?] worship my body for hours and hours and hours. OMG.
He drove me to my car this morning. Along the way, he idled while I found a coffee stand (he didn't want any), then he idled while I got money out of the ATM (new tradition: gifting money) and I was really touched by how he seemed not to mind sitting in the car while I ran my little errands. In fact, when I walked back from the coffee stand, I had my coffee on one hand and I got him an iced water in the other and, without any kind of prompting from me, quickly got out and opened my door for me. Aww.
It might be a case of too much too soon, but I'm heading over to his place after work tonight. He doesn't know but I'm bringing over gratin fixings and plan on throwing that in the oven when I get there. We don't have much planned. Just a movie or two. Oh yeah, and some major body worshipping.
Saturday, December 24
Special Forces
So, I can't go on and on about SF. Know why? Because after 50 emails, and him asking me what days I was available and me telling him Friday evening or Monday evening, after him picking jumping on Friday night and then offering to pick me up even though he lives an hour away but it's Christmas so he'd more than likely spend 3 hours if not longer on the road, of further emails and texts of trying to iron out our plans for Friday, after I went through the trouble of researching where to have dinner, and then where to go after dinner (and was quite proud of myself for what I found), and trying to figure out what I was going to wear and then hitting Marshalls and buying a pretty little cardigan to go over my too-springy green floral dress because it had cap sleeves and it's the dead of winter, after getting my nails done (the second time I've EVER had a manicure in my life) and my face waxed, he "postpones" our date at the last second via text with a slew of excuses and a half-hearted "I'll call you tomorrow. Sorry." It's now past 8p and no call. Figures.
But, I'm nothing if not resilient. Not sure if this is a gift or a curse. I got proactive this morning and set up a date with Hot Fat Boy for tonight when I get off work. Turns out, my genius ability to read body language was faulty. He texted me a few days after our first date to ask how I was doing and then asked when we could meet again. Yay! After work tonight, we're meeting for crepes and drink. I loved his little smirk on our first date. I hope to see more of it tonight.
But, I'm nothing if not resilient. Not sure if this is a gift or a curse. I got proactive this morning and set up a date with Hot Fat Boy for tonight when I get off work. Turns out, my genius ability to read body language was faulty. He texted me a few days after our first date to ask how I was doing and then asked when we could meet again. Yay! After work tonight, we're meeting for crepes and drink. I loved his little smirk on our first date. I hope to see more of it tonight.
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