Drunken Encounters: Part 2...The Time I Was Sober

My goal was to have sex with Mr. T within a week of our first encounter but due to a bad cold and severely sore throat, no thanks to Old Guy, I had to postpone until last night.

I went over to his place and brought a couple of beers with me to break any potential tension. He seemed impressed by this and we drank them while watching Iron Chef.

He was sweet, he liked my dress and when Iron Chef was over and I was choosing a movie for us to watch he commented on how he liked that I hadn't stopped smiling since I got there. He said it was contagious and made him happy.

We talked about work and tattoos (he has many) and his mom and he seemed kind of nervous because he kept getting a stutter. He would talk about stuff we should do in the future, like dates and stuff. He also invited me to join his birthday festivities tonight.

We started to watch Austin Powers and I slid in next to him so we could cuddle a bit and after a while he started tickling me and he managed to get my dress up to grope my ass. Then he mumbled something about being quick because his roommate was going to come home from band practice soon. So I suggested we go to his room.

He refused to turn the damn light on because it was so messy, or something, and I knocked some shit off his book shelf because I walked right into it. We made out which turned into vigorous dry humping which turned into me going down on him. Which turned into sex.

He didn't once touch my vag, which I find baffling. He didn't want me to make any noise (which I found VERY hard!) just in case his roommate came home and heard. And when Mr. T came, I didn't even notice. He was soooo quiet and I had to ask him if he did or not and he said "yeah...It's your fault!" (a joke?) and then passed me my dress and bra. Actually he first suggested HE wear my dress, something he had mentioned twice already the first time was when he told me he liked it and the second time was when Britney spears came on TV and he said he wanted to make a music video dressed in her bikini and my dress...

Then we got dressed right away and as we were leaving his room I could swear that he tiptoed out to the living room tentatively just in case his roommate came home and he hadn't heard. So weird.

Then we resumed watching the movie. I sat right next to him but this time there was no cuddling. Soon his roommate DID come home, with some other dudes in tow and they did a drug deal. As soon as the guys walked in Mr. T turned into a bit of a bro. He was louder and showy and the stutter and nervousness were gone.

Soon the guys left, but the roommate stayed and it felt kind of awkward. I left right away because he was tired and had to work at 7am.

The goodbye was kind of awkward. He hugged me and kind of gave me a peck on the neck/shoulder and told me to text him.

I am not going to put much time into puzzling about this one. He was doing really well at the begining but the sex was disappointing. I'll see how it goes. No one is being written off just yet.

In other news, I plan on fucking Old Guy again this week. Fingers crossed!

Old Fogey!

In my last post I mentioned I was going on a date with a man 20 years my senior.

It happened last week and I was nervous as fuck because we had been texting loads. And sexting even more. He seemed really cool and I had already told him I had gotten myself off to the idea of him, which was true. So going into this we already knew a bit more about each other sexually.

The meeting went well. It was awkward at times, but not unbearable.

At the end he walked me home and outside of my gate it seemes like he was a little nervous trying to figure out how to say goodbye, which seemed funny because he came across a pretty cocky. He rambled on about scooters for a while until he ran out of things to say. Then he reached out and I thought he was going to shake my hand goodnight! Then he pulled me in for an awesome kiss, neck biting included.

I went to bed that night all flushed and lusting after this 43 year old man with slicked back grey and black rockabilly hair, cuffed jeans, and tattoos.

Then we texted constantly for the next week. Primarily sex themed conversations.

It was decided that last night was a good night to get together again. We had pretty much decided that sex was going to happen, and I was all for it because Graveyard Guy was such a loser in the sack and I was in need of a good lay.

Yesterday morning as I am getting ready for work at 8something am Old Guy texts me something that made me throw my hairbrush at the floor and curse him. This is out text conversation:

Old Guy: "Hey...I was going to have this conversation with you when I saw you tonight but maybe I should have it now... I just wanted to tell you a bit about my situation and my emotional availabitlity."

Me: (Thinking: "Ok. He is recently divorced and not ready for a relationship. This is fine. Sex if fine. Do I want a 40 something boyfriend? That would probably never have worked. Fuck, he is so hot.")

OG: "I am maintaining a polyamorous status. I am involved with someone but free to persue outside attraction but everyone needs to know what's going one. I though we should get it out in the open before I met you a second time. I think you're pretty and I would like to see you again but if you think this is too much for you I understand."

Me: This is the point where I kind of lose my shit. Looking back it was an overreaction (Thinking: "What the fuck....!!!!") I still don't say anything to him.

Then we go on and I am apprehensive because the definition of polyamorous is basically that you have two different relationships, and although there may be a primary person and a secondary person, they are generally pretty serious. Or that's what the internet told me.

So I am at work, freaking out. I didn't give him an answer as to whether or not I was going to meet him for coffee anymore because I didn't know if I wanted something this complex in my life. He made it sound intimidating.

It made me question myself: Who am I that last week I was getting strangled and this week I am considering entering a polyamorous relationship?!

I am vanilla!!! I barely even have sprinkles! When did I start taking an intrest in this stuff?!

Ok. So I decide to meet him for coffee and let him know that I probably won't be comfortable having sex with him at this point. I wanted to figure out what this poly stuff meant for me.

We met at a little cafe close-ish to his place and at first the conversation is kind of awkward. We talked about very un-sex related things. Then at an awkward pause I asked him what he expected from me. He didn't really expect anything, just whatever I was willing to offer.

He went on to explain why he was not in a monogamous relationship and it basically was him going on to tell me that he has slept with a lot of women and hopes to continue doing so. That his marriage fell apart because he drank too much and cheated. That the oldest woman he has been with was 32.

I also find out that in the 80s he dated my former co-worker who is now a 40-something spinster who lives with her sister and her cats. I realize I had heard about him many times because she was still hung up on him but hated his guts for being a womanizer. This is hilarious to me, but also kind of creepy. And maybe a little gross?

I quickly realize that this guy is an asshole. Big time. And anyone like this is not someone that I am interested in getting close too. I was so worried I was going to get attached but I see that it really won't be a problem.

I tell him about Graveyard Guy and how I could use a good roll in the hay.

When we get to his place he realizes there is no where safe to lock up my giant, super heavy, retro-style bike. He decides to carry it up six flights of stairs. I am impressed because the bike is super fucking heavy. I am even more impressed when he shows he can pinch my ass while carrying the bike.

We start making out. He is an awesome kisser and I appreciate the laying in bed and making out thing. Old Guy took things slow. Hand in underwear, not too invasive or urgent. Gentle.

Usually while making out and other things, I find my mind wanders to stupid things. That didn't happen with him. Everything was so good that I was into it the entire time!

Then we had sex three times. It was scream-loudly-so-the-neighbors-can-hear sex. Him on top, working magic and me practically tearing his sheets to shreds.

During the whole thing he had the nostalgia radio station playing and he even had Buddy Holly a sing-along. It was hilarious and terrible.

Also during each rest he was constantly admiring me and caressing me all over and telling me how awesome I look. It was really nice and a super great ego boost. Who doesn't want to hear that shit?!

Afterwards he of course had to carry my bike back down the six flights of stairs. I was looking forward to the bike ride home, but he was heading to the pub in my area and wanted me to walk with him. The conversation on the way home was meh. Since having realized I didn't like him much as a person, I wasn't interested in listening to him talk. Plus he was telling me ridiculous stories about the drugs he used to do and about how he smoked crack with a prostitue once. Why would I want to hear this?

All in all I feel like this is an awesome arrangement. I get amazing sex on the somewhat regular and I still get to date other guys. In fact, I am working on setting up two dates as I am typing this.