Thursday morning I woke up with Sharpshooter, spent the entire day so tired that I considered falling down some stairs for an excuse to go home immediately. Incidentally I also did this as a child to get out of gym class...well I didn't DO, I thought about it. True desperation. After running around exhausted I actually have a date that night with SBM.
We meet for dinner a little late bc I went to the gym first. We meet, and he spends the date venting about his issues re: enjoying life. This is fine. I'm glad he sees the problem and I like being a therapist. After years with my own, I'm pretty good at playing therapist-patient.
So here's the thing. I keep wondering when I get to have sex again. I'm like a 15 year old boy I swear. I mean that. I'm all charged up. I've relocated my vibrator (better known as judy jetson. the rabbit died. both of them actually. shut it. you know you have one too)...okay and I don't know if I should even admit this, but I was looking at porn the other day. No shit. I've never liked it in the past, but I was thinking about sex and I was like, fuck it, let's see what we've got. So wrong, yet very interesting. I think I may have actually learned a thing or two. Okay that is neitheer here nor there...
So I'm thinking about this, and I'm happy to see him, and I want to kiss him. He does not kiss me or hug me or touch me in any way. Finally I kiss him and I just ask "how come you never kiss me when you see me?" He says, "I guess I just didn't think about it." What?! What do you mean? Aren't you thinking about touching me?! Hello? AREN'T YOU A 15 YEAR-OLD BOY TOO!? Grrrr...
Not to mention I totally offerred him a Friday date (aka sex) and he turned me down. Maybe he's dating someone else. This is fine. Maybe he's working. This is not fine. I'd prefer he had another date. I had to kiss HIM goodbye. WTF...and Jody Watley starts playing in my mind..."Don't you want me, like I want you, to kiss and, to hold you tight..." Please let this not be a new theme song for me.
By the end of the weekend he was calling me and saying he "missed the sound of my voice." What does that even mean? Fucking call me and there it is! He should miss my magnificent breasts -- his words not mine. He still has not asked me out this week and I'm not doing it, man. I'm not. Sure, I want to put my hands on him, but he's going to have to turn up the pursuit here. Geez. Thank baby jesus for Judy Jetson, that's all I have to say.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Wed Slumber Party
Oooohboy I surely did it now...Wednesday night (a week after date # 2 with Sharpshooter), I have my 3rd date with him. We went to get some BBQ and watch the blues. Love it. Good conversation. After we eat, he moves my plates -- it's the cutest thing -- and I move to his side of the table so 1) I can see the band and 2) I can be closer to him. He literaly pulls my chair closer to him (while I am in it) and puts his arm around me. Awwww cute. A few more glasses of wine later and we're kissing. It's nice.
He lives down the street so I drive him home...."Why don't you come in." Me: "Ummmm, no I should go." Him: "Well maybe just for a coffee since you've been drinking?" He's right. I go in. Cuute but oppressively small apartment. Decorated like an adult, which is always a nice touch. "Stay with me tonight." Me: "Ummmm, no I should go." I think I'm becoming predictable. He offers me PJs and a toothbrush...promises to be a "perfect gentleman." Why do I even stay? Well, duh, he was a good kisser and he kept saying I was beautiful. Okay, he didn't KEEP saying it, but he said it once and I chose to replay it in my mind in place of whatever else was being said. I was so fucking tired that I was like -- fine, sure, Mr gentleman. If "perfect gentleman" is code for reaching into my new jammies until I tell you to stop, then he was spot on.
It was a school night and I hardly slept. No sex. Snoring. It was the snoring that kept me up. I wonder -- can I date someone who makes that much noise? I sure as fuck can't sleep I'll tell you that. We have a Friday date coming this week and I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll need earplugs. Hmmmm...tricky.
He lives down the street so I drive him home...."Why don't you come in." Me: "Ummmm, no I should go." Him: "Well maybe just for a coffee since you've been drinking?" He's right. I go in. Cuute but oppressively small apartment. Decorated like an adult, which is always a nice touch. "Stay with me tonight." Me: "Ummmm, no I should go." I think I'm becoming predictable. He offers me PJs and a toothbrush...promises to be a "perfect gentleman." Why do I even stay? Well, duh, he was a good kisser and he kept saying I was beautiful. Okay, he didn't KEEP saying it, but he said it once and I chose to replay it in my mind in place of whatever else was being said. I was so fucking tired that I was like -- fine, sure, Mr gentleman. If "perfect gentleman" is code for reaching into my new jammies until I tell you to stop, then he was spot on.
It was a school night and I hardly slept. No sex. Snoring. It was the snoring that kept me up. I wonder -- can I date someone who makes that much noise? I sure as fuck can't sleep I'll tell you that. We have a Friday date coming this week and I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll need earplugs. Hmmmm...tricky.
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