Hottie McAccent and I stopped seeing each other in a very boring, just not calling anymore kind of way. I'd have more to say about it if I gave a shit, but this guy was so busy he told me he saw his last girlfriend once a week for 3 years. Next.
So after the Israeli I decided to behave myself for a while. That ended last night...with a bang. There's a bouncer I may have mentioned a few months back that has been trying to get me in his bed for ages. He's hot but for one reason or another I just haven't been 100% into it, so it's never happened. I also feel this immense amount of pressure since even though I know he wants to have sex, the non-animal part of me still wants the element of surprise rather than the strict planning of sexual penetration sessions that he seems to prefer. So after opting to have wine FOR dinner instead of WITH dinner last night, I started to text him.
I was being relatively open about what I wanted from him, to the point where he kept asking things like "you're fucking with me, right?", or "are you jk??"...this was his lucky night, I was finally ready to give in. One small problem...he was working. Since I'm a day-walker, waiting for someone to finish work at 3am is relatively unacceptable, but since it had been a few weeks since my last penis sighting, I thought I'd take one for the team. I decided to go out with friends and continue to extend my liquid dinner into liquid dessert, and then a liquid midnight snack. I washed all of my liquid meals down with Stoli sodas. Sure enough, come 3am I was still up, hooray for me.
The bouncer finally got off work around 3:25am and said he was coming over. Greeeat. By this point I'd been home for about an hour becoming one with my amazingly comfortable sofa. I was semi-conscious when I heard him buzz in. For a second, I forgot who I was expecting and I thought I'd maybe ordered pizza.I was much more excited to have double-smoked pepperoni in my face than I was to have a penis in it, so when I realized no pizza was coming, I was slightly disheartened. But whatever, maybe this would be okay too.
First of all he was sober. That's not good. I'd been drinking copious amounts of liquor since sunset, and the sun was now rising. I also had to work in 5 hours, again, not a good start. But when he grabbed me and kissed me passionately, I figured this might be the best thing that's happened to me in a while and I decided to just let go. I must say that I haven't been kissed this way in quite some time...since I was a kid actually, when I would come home from school and my dog would tackle me and lick my face because she missed me so much. Yes, that was the last time I was kissed like this. I've had less saliva on my face after a four hour conversation with my friend "Lispy Larry." Unfortunately this horrible "kiss" set the mood for me. I wasn't in the mood to have sex, but I was in even less of a mood to talk about it, so I was a good sport and went along with it, and it was fun...for about an hour. Gentlemen, unless your dick is filled with vibrating beads and twirls inside us, we do not need to be fucked for longer than 10-20 minutes. Come 5am I asked if he was going to finish anytime soon. I now had to work in 4 hours, and I certainly was not going to finish anytime soon. He said he couldn't finish with a condom on. Classic. And too fucking bad, it was staying on. Then we started the bobbing war. He was trying to push my head into his lap and I kept pushing it back up. The only thing I want in my mouth at 5am is McDonald's hash browns, thanks. I told him he had to finish soon because I...was...done. He wasn't impressed. Him and his blue balls waddled out the door around 5:30am and I passed out on my couch in peace.
Then I woke up to a text message from him this morning, "There's nothing to say...lmao, worst sex ever." Now I wasn't particularly offended by this. I had no emotional attachment to the bouncer and mind-blowing sex is hard to come by when your level of sobriety only allows you to do the starfish. I guess I was more irked by the idea that a guy thinks it's okay to "lmao" to a girl after fucking her. That's not very nice! And who talks like that...what are you, 5? What if I liked him? That kind of thing could have really hurt! So I had to respond..."Well what did you expect? You've been begging to fuck me for weeks and I've turned you down repeatedly. I tell you I've had 2 bottles of wine and want you to come over, so you do...7 hours later at 4am! Ooooobviously I just wasn't into it, or you".
Next.
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