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New Guy

Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me. I met this really awesome guy online. We exchanged quite a few e-mails, long ones, like 2 pages long in word. We shared a similar sense of humor. Out of all the guys on the “dating” site I’ve been on he was the only one I really had any interest in meeting. So we met last night, went out to dinner, had a few drinks watched a movie. The conversation was going great and there was an obvious mutual attraction. He is also a vegetarian and doesn’t smoke cigs which is a major deal breaker for me, the cigs, not the vegetarianism. So towards the end of the night he starts making the moves. I can’t say they were unwelcome. I was definitely attracted to this guy. We start fooling around and things are pretty good, there is a good chemistry, I’m pretty into it. I’m kinda distracted though cause I know my roommate can hear us and that really really bothered me for some reason. I guess I just have a hard time being intimate as it is. I do have to give him props for bringing up condoms, he even had one. I didn’t really want to have sex, but I always feel so trapped in that situation, we’re both turned on and stuff, it’s like…I feel like a tease if I say no.But as soon as we start having “sex” I just feel…..blah. I just want it to be over. Ok, part of it was the condom, condoms just fucking hurt, I know they are a necessary evil and I wouldn’t have sex without one, but they just make sex horrible for me. Part of it was…something else I guess. I don’t know. And afterward, I really just went to get online and start gaming. He wants to cuddle. I’m not a cuddler really, I mean, I can be sometimes, but generally after sex I want nothing to do with the other person. I just start watching tv and he’s all “are you gonna sleep with the tv on?” and I’m like…..no…….and then I realized that he had no intention of leaving. I mean I can kind of understand, it is kinda late and it’s probably a 40 minute drive back to his place, but the whole spending the night thing just feels weird to me. I mean, do I have to cook him breakfast in the morning? Now the happy feeling of meeting somebody I like and get along with is replaced with annoyance and dread of having to deal with him.

So after not being able to sleep most of the night cause he’s a cuddler, and I can’t sleep if somebody is touching me, he wanted morning sex. I was so not in the mood, so I told him I was sore from last night. Which is true. I was just like….omg I can’t believe he’s still here. It’s not that I don’t like him, I do, it’s just that I want him gone so I can think about things. He did leave after breakfast at least.

So, why can’t I just enjoy cuddling with somebody without wondering when the fuck they are going to leave? What is my aversion to sex? Why are guys completely incapable of sensing it.

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More introduction

I am moving to a new town and was looking for apartments this weekend so I didn’t get to write as good of a column as I would have liked. So I guess you’re just going to half to suffer through some more BS about nothing this week. I think I would like to introduce you to the guys I will be writing about in future columns. More details will come later, but I wanted to give a quick overview.

Latinboy: The first guy I fell for after breaking up with my boyfriend. I met him on an online game that I play. We started chatting and then one night he called me. We ended up talking for 3 hours and just had an amazing connection. He is 2 years younger than me, graduating from college this fall and Mexican. He speaks fluent Spanish which is a total turn on for me. I still believe somewhere that I will marry him someday. He lives in another state and I have never actually met him, but I find that he is the one I usually think about.

Cockyguy: Some guy I work with. He has a girlfriend. The only thing we really have in common is that we are both endorphin whores. We’ve had a few wild nights out. He’s a few years older than me. He shaves what’s left of his balding hair. I love bald heads. He is the cockiest jerk you’ll ever meet, but on some level, we’re a lot alike. He brings out the asshole in me.

Daddyguy: He’s 15 years older than me. We did a deal together a year ago and flirted a bit. I ran into him recently and we went out for drinks. He just finalized his divorce with his ex wife. He has two young boys. He’s pretty well off financially and insists on paying for everything. We’ve gone out a few times and since we’re in the same industry, we have enough to talk about. I think he’s going through something of a midlife crisis and I’m the 20something year old bimbo he’s convinced himself he must have.

Cuteboy: Was only in town for a week doing a job. I met him one night that I was extremely drunk from a work party (oh, that story next week, definitively). He was trying to get people to sign a petition. Our eyes locked and I just had to go up to him. I signed his petitions, I don’t even remember what the issues were, I just was drawn to his strange energy (turns out almost all of his planets are in Scorpio!). he asked for my number and actually called the next day. We had a crazy week together. He was 4 years younger than me, but has been through so much in his life, he seemed much older than most people I know. He was also absolutely gorgeous. Looked very much like Leonardo DiCaprio in Blood Diamond (not Titanic when he was all girly!). We hit it off on an emotional level and I think we’ll keep in touch for a long time. The sex was amazing.

Roommate: This guy I’ve kind of known for a long time, we ran in the same online circles, but we just started talking recently. We both broke up with our exes around the same time. We started flirting online, he came up to visit me for a few days. Now we’re going to be roommates! We have a very light, fun, “relationship”, but whatever makes a couple “more” we just don’t have. It’s perfect, and what we both need.

There are a few others, especially more recently as I have joined an online “dating site”. But, these are the ones I will focus primarily on at first. Next week I promise a more exciting column about making out with half of my coworkers.

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