Dear Dairy,
I am sorry it has been so long since I have confided in you. I met a guy. I liked him very much before it went south. I will discus that mess another time. Currently I would like to talk about the very interesting guy that I went out with last night.
So- I met this fantastically cute guy at my birthday party and started vibing with him right away. As the guests started to dwindle and thin he stayed with me in need of some sobering before he drove home. I am not one to drink in drive myself so I completely get it. One thing leads to another and we ended up in my room. We were both drunk adults looking for some fun. In this particular situation one thing is certain if you want engage in some "heavy petting" on my behalf on my birthday- I sure as hell am not going to stop you. LOL. He doesn't stay the night because he had to get up super early. Fantastic. Great way to end a lovely night. The next day he calls me and invites me out to sushi. Sweet! My favorite. We had an awesome dinner followed by drinks. We laughed and got cozy. He even brought me some old speakers of his because mine sucked at my party. I am pretty juiced about this whole night and him in general. It's the end of the night and we were at my neighbors place (his buddy who brought him to my party) then we go back to mine. I was really beat from my party the night before. I wanted to make out a bit but nothing crazy. I didn't realize earlier but he had packed a bag to stay the night and brought it up stairs with him. I didn't ask him to and considering it was our 1st date thought it a little strange that he assumed it was cool.. He had been drinking and said he was feeling pretty tipsy so I didn't feel right sending him on his way. We hop into bed and make out a bit when I put the breaks on. I was sleepy and wanted to take things slow. Jumping into things way too quickly has always been a challenge of mine. It bit me on the ass with the last guy I was seeing and I vowed to not make that mistake again. When say I am tired and just want to go to sleep he gets pretty upset. He explains to me that he is going to have a hard time sleeping and that he is EXTREMELY frustrated. I play it off and try to fall asleep. He aggressively trys to kiss me again and I push him off. While he is laying next to me it is obvious he is very bothered so I ask him if he's okay. He then proceeds to complain about the blue balls he is going to have and that "I should have been honest with him earlier in the night about where the evening was going. I don't think it appropriate to say out of context in between the entree and dessert "Pass me the salt, oh and by the way- I am not going go fuck you tonight." Call me old fashion! The condescending way he tried to put me in my place regarding my lack of honesty really was pretty funny. Honest? I don't think he wants to hear that I stopped kissing him because I was finding myself thinking about someone else and it didn't feel good. I mean what did he want me to tell him that the girly way he reacted to a dog that snapped at him turned me off completely? That I am on the fence about us having a future together?
This was our first date and he assumed he was sleeping over with out me inviting him or even mentioning it. As we are uncomfortably sitting there we talk about it and I tell him that I like him and want to take it slow and he continues to be weird and upset. I wanted to boot him out but chose to go to bed instead. The next morning I wake up refreshed and ready to move on. I ask him how he slept and he says not very well at all. I ask why and he says it's because of "his massive case of blue balls." Are you kidding me?!? That is rude as hell and I can not believe he would say that to a girl he hardly knew. He should have said it was because of my bed or something. I just find the continual harping on his "Blue Balls" ridiculous and very inappropriate. But fuck it- at least it was morning time and he was leaving. Then when he got down to the car his battery was dead and we had to wait for triple A to come. Longest 40 minutes of my life! Awe well, what are you going to do? So the moral of this story is- don't complain about your blue balls to a girl in her own bed who just wants to take it slow on your first date. Dumb Ass!!
Love ya,
V
I am sorry it has been so long since I have confided in you. I met a guy. I liked him very much before it went south. I will discus that mess another time. Currently I would like to talk about the very interesting guy that I went out with last night.
So- I met this fantastically cute guy at my birthday party and started vibing with him right away. As the guests started to dwindle and thin he stayed with me in need of some sobering before he drove home. I am not one to drink in drive myself so I completely get it. One thing leads to another and we ended up in my room. We were both drunk adults looking for some fun. In this particular situation one thing is certain if you want engage in some "heavy petting" on my behalf on my birthday- I sure as hell am not going to stop you. LOL. He doesn't stay the night because he had to get up super early. Fantastic. Great way to end a lovely night. The next day he calls me and invites me out to sushi. Sweet! My favorite. We had an awesome dinner followed by drinks. We laughed and got cozy. He even brought me some old speakers of his because mine sucked at my party. I am pretty juiced about this whole night and him in general. It's the end of the night and we were at my neighbors place (his buddy who brought him to my party) then we go back to mine. I was really beat from my party the night before. I wanted to make out a bit but nothing crazy. I didn't realize earlier but he had packed a bag to stay the night and brought it up stairs with him. I didn't ask him to and considering it was our 1st date thought it a little strange that he assumed it was cool.. He had been drinking and said he was feeling pretty tipsy so I didn't feel right sending him on his way. We hop into bed and make out a bit when I put the breaks on. I was sleepy and wanted to take things slow. Jumping into things way too quickly has always been a challenge of mine. It bit me on the ass with the last guy I was seeing and I vowed to not make that mistake again. When say I am tired and just want to go to sleep he gets pretty upset. He explains to me that he is going to have a hard time sleeping and that he is EXTREMELY frustrated. I play it off and try to fall asleep. He aggressively trys to kiss me again and I push him off. While he is laying next to me it is obvious he is very bothered so I ask him if he's okay. He then proceeds to complain about the blue balls he is going to have and that "I should have been honest with him earlier in the night about where the evening was going. I don't think it appropriate to say out of context in between the entree and dessert "Pass me the salt, oh and by the way- I am not going go fuck you tonight." Call me old fashion! The condescending way he tried to put me in my place regarding my lack of honesty really was pretty funny. Honest? I don't think he wants to hear that I stopped kissing him because I was finding myself thinking about someone else and it didn't feel good. I mean what did he want me to tell him that the girly way he reacted to a dog that snapped at him turned me off completely? That I am on the fence about us having a future together?
This was our first date and he assumed he was sleeping over with out me inviting him or even mentioning it. As we are uncomfortably sitting there we talk about it and I tell him that I like him and want to take it slow and he continues to be weird and upset. I wanted to boot him out but chose to go to bed instead. The next morning I wake up refreshed and ready to move on. I ask him how he slept and he says not very well at all. I ask why and he says it's because of "his massive case of blue balls." Are you kidding me?!? That is rude as hell and I can not believe he would say that to a girl he hardly knew. He should have said it was because of my bed or something. I just find the continual harping on his "Blue Balls" ridiculous and very inappropriate. But fuck it- at least it was morning time and he was leaving. Then when he got down to the car his battery was dead and we had to wait for triple A to come. Longest 40 minutes of my life! Awe well, what are you going to do? So the moral of this story is- don't complain about your blue balls to a girl in her own bed who just wants to take it slow on your first date. Dumb Ass!!
Love ya,
V
At least he got you some better speakers. :) For real... who is this guy? And don't be frontin' with our girl V. I wonder if that shit ever worked for him. Guilt-trip sex. Sounds awful.
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