Well, I have bad news. Sort of. Like you guys, I was pleased with the date with S and wanted to see what would develop. Which is why I was delighted to hear from him Sunday... and again Monday. But after that - nothing. Zippo, nilch, nada. As the week wore on, I started to feel sapped of hope here and couldn't pinpoint a reason why. I'm not normally the type to take things like this personally - if I'm not the one for you, no biggie, we don't need to waste our time - but there didn't seem to be any real indication that we were a bad match. And I was affronted at the idea of S making that decision after only one date. So I dwelled on it more and more, getting increasingly pissy and bad tempered about it.
By Friday, fueled with some liquid courage, I called. I was glad he didn't answer because I had this whole voicemail speech planned out in my head. But that wasn't enough
I have been known to call dudes over and over and over and over just to force their hand - you either pick up or send me to voicemail
and I will take whichever hint accordingly.
So I called back a second time and got a text in response. “No talky on phone?” I asked. He invited me over to cuddle. “Can you call me?” I asked. I was very suspicious of this and was wondering what was going on over there. He called and after a drunk/stupid, circuitous conversation we decided I would catch a cab to his place. I asked him to look up the number to the cab place. I called and to my surprise the cab showed up like barely a couple minutes later. Well, no backing out now. I wasn't dressed up at all, I was wearing a collegiate hoodie with leggings but, well, here was the cab.
When I got to S's place he didn't answer the phone. I'd warned him not to fall asleep before I got there, but he was asleep. I knew the door would be open because on our first date we'd stopped by his place, and the door had been open. So I invited myself in. He was asleep. He was playing music on his iphone but I don't suppose it worked.
So I got in the bed with him, and it quickly became apparent that I wasn't going to get off as easily as I had with Farrell - no pun intended. S wasn't a virgin, and that quickly became apparent to me. I told him he was a bad example for his kids, I told him he had to practice delayed gratification, I told him we'd be skipping all the good stuff, I told him he needed to learn to wait. This conversation was punctuated with kisses. Eventually he called me a tease and let it go. So we slept.
The next morning he made me breakfast. He had to work - who works on a Saturday? I said, but he'd shown me his phone as he set the alarm the night before and there was a 3 am daily alarm, and a 7 am weekend alarm. Seemed a little elaborate to be faked, and I have a life and things to get back to anyway. He held onto my hand, gave directions, kissed me, and we parted.
.......so, I get on facebook and Farrell chats me. During the course of the conversation I mention how I may be getting to that age where people start looking at me wondering where the kids are. "Do you think we should have a kid?" Farrell asks. I told him yes, and he asked one or two. "One," I said, "and a dog. But not two." He agreed and I added, "but we should probably have dinner first."
Like a good college educated man, Farrell took that as a hint to invite himself over. When he'd dropped me off last weekend he inquired about my apartment but I told him it was too messy for visitors. I told him I was watching The Mummy 2 on cable, which I thought was a hilarious opening for his invitation. So, I said we'd watch The Mummy.
He came over bearing a case of hard lemonade and a six pack, dressed Cali casual in a plain v neck tshirt, jeans, and flip flops. I was a little awkward at first - I'd been drunk during the entirety of our previous meeting - but as we caught the breeze - and shot the breeze - things loosened up. It turns out that I'd
ed a lot the other night, because I told him tons of crap I couldn't remember saying. He was surprised at how bad my memory was and I had to correct him that no, I was just really drunk. I'd had like seven drinks and most of them had been doubles.
It was a beautiful day out. We watched the Food Network while the day wound down. Eventually, he kissed me... so... that passed a couple hours. Farrell is extremely free with the compliments, by the way. He complimented the softness of my skin, the tone in my legs, the way I tasted. He seems to really like my butt, by the way, and it isn't a festi****ic thing because I don't have an abnormally large butt, I just have a shapely one from running. But he said the same thing last time too - "you have a really great butt"
I don't know who may have seen this in the RT thread, but after awhile we ordered in, and it was perfection. I think I'm a little brasher than what he's used to but once we were eating I was able to mellow out, as if we were in a restaurant, and we had a normal conversation. I asked if he wanted to share with me, and once he did, he was so irreversibly cute that I just wanted to kiss him. It was very, very good. The food too.
Shortly after that we called it a night, for which I was glad because I wanted to get online
I have been satisfied with male suitors for a week which should allow me to focus on other things before I start to look askance at my phone again....
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) He asks what exactly it is I'm looking for. "I don't know," I say at first, and then I add, "someone I want to spend time with." He seems to mull that one over...
Also, if you are looking for a serious relationship at this point, then I would also advise going on traditional dates before spending the night at a man's house or having him come over to yours.
