so......after I texted New Boy that stuff last night, he came on gchat and was like "whats up?". All that venomous, angry shit I had written on the blog..yeah, I said that to him. He was caught off guard.
After he absorbed a bit, he asked me to give him another chance to show me that he isn't all of the mean, nasty things that I called him.
I wanted to resist, I promise I did, but he seemed so sorry and really wanted to come over tonight and cook me dinner. How could I say no?
The unfortunate thing of it all, is that the whole evening was basically subpar. He came over and was in the kitchen cooking, but was really quiet and was not so good at making conversation. I would ask him a question, he would give me a brief answer, wait for a while, then I would ask him another question, etc, and eventually he would ask how I was doing, but then not really listen to my response.
He was also clearly nervous as he burned the first round of onions, messed up a few things, etc, etc, so I tried to lighten the mood, throw some compliments his way, and just try to keep the conversation going.
Dinner was actually decent, and the conversation was starting to flow a bit better, so I suggested we grab a blanket and go hang outside. I went into my room to change into pants and he comes behind me, shuts the door, rips off my clothes..etc.
Normally I would think this is great, but we JUST ate dinner, and I was still trying to get him a little more talkative and comfortable, so I was actually a little not awesome'd out by this. The sex was pretty good, per usual, but his stamina was absolutely pitiful tonight and I was left....fairly disappointed each round. Sigh.
Take home? Um..I wish Hanover had a better stock of men? Subpar as it was, since I can't workout right now (femoral-patella syndrome of some nature) and I am FUCKING STRESSED OUT about work stuff, it is still nice to have some form of a release and not think about work for a bit.
...I'll keep y'all posted?
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