2nd Date with Lauren....

I like watching the Academy Awards.
Yes. I'm that guy. Shut up.
Preferring to watch it with someone, I asked Lauren if she was willing to watch it with me, to which she readily agreed.
Meeting up at 6pm and after I get introduced to her dog we settle down, watch some TV, and we BS about the movies that are up and such.
The evening is fairly uneventful; aside from occasional smooch we pretty much behaved ourselves.

All that went out the window shortly after the award for Best Sound Editing, though.
I started with a series of smooches, nipple teases, and neck nibbles.
She retaliated with a series of kisses of her own and a teasing of my cock.
After a heated session, I simply said that I wanted to give her a rimjob and I wanted to do it now.  Her reaction was instant with her grabbing my hand and dragging me to her bedroom.
She stopped in front of the bed, dropped and stepped out of her pants. Moving behind her, I simply bent her over and proceeded slowly lick around her asshole for a couple of minutes as her moans were increasing in volume and frequency.  Finally taking the plunge, I shoved my tongue into her ass as I fingered her clit.
This continued for a bit until she had a very loud orgasm. It was later that she told me she had three during that session.
We continued a fairly intense sex session until I had an orgasm in her mouth...

Session one was fun, but the conversation we had during the 2nd session was more than interesting.

The Pasta Dinner Intervention Ambush...

I love pasta.
Adore Pasta.
LOVE pasta.
I can be (and have been) bribed for it.
Stormcloud used it to great effect over the years as a (not so) subtle way to get me over so I can fuck her senseless later.
So it was with a great delight that I accepted IFW's invitation for a pasta dinner with her family and a couple of close friends.

Cutting to a few days later, I enter her happily cluttered home, but the first thing that I notice is that the kids are gone, which struck me as odd.   Missing my child, I grow a bit of a fondness of the chaos the kids bring to ones home.
Some other friends (mostly hers) arrive and we sit down with a glass of wine while a lovely spaghetti dinner is served.
She can make a simple dinner seem elegant and knows my particular weakness for this specific dish.
We talk about gay, family, kids, and other issues with a great amount of ribaldry that only friends like these can have with one another.
When IFW's sat us down in the living room and took away my glasses, the laughter slowly died down.
Apparently, being the slow one of the group, I was the last to notice because I was busy rubbing the ears of one of their Boxers who suddenly wanted to be a lapdog.

Looking up made me take notice that there weren't many smiling faces anymore and IFW started with a sentence that floored me;

"You need to date again."

I sat there dumbfounded.

"You work too much, don't go out on dates, have too many responsibilities, and I think that's what is keeping you from finding someone, plus you probably need to get laid more too."

Let's break this down:
Okay, I do work 50-80 hours a week, but mostly to help my kid to through college (with a *60%* scholarship, thank you!).  I haven't told them why KM I broke up, nor did I mention Lauren.
But getting laid?  Oh Come on!

While listening to this little tirade that IFW is doing, I look at everyone's faces with looks of concern and I just have to laugh inside while they all took their turns in bemoaning my lack of a mate or, at least, a regular companion to share my bed with.

They have no clue.

While IF, IFW and Co., are the dearest of friends, I have never confided them about my other activities.
Again, I realized that I was slow on the uptake and she had stopped talking and was waiting on a response.

"Why, you're right! I need to get out more, in fact, I AM seeing someone new."
It was her turn to look astonished.
"You are? Already?"
"Well, it is nothing official, we're still feeling each other out, but its promising, so we will see."
"SEX?"
She can be called quite a few things, but "SHY" isn't one of them and she's one of the few people in the world that can take me off guard.

"To be honest, we haven't, but it's not like I've been leading a monastic life."


"Good, I'd like to meet her."

"I love you, but it's really none of your business.  When I decide to, we'll make our appearance to see if she can pass your inspection and not pass out from embarrassment.

After another couple of hours, we talk about the kids, (IF NEVER talks about the kids, but IFW will even talk about bowel movements) and things go to normal.
On cue, the kids are brought back by a next door neighbor and a merriment of insanity ensues. The baby cries, the kiddo runs around and the dogs do their best to cajole a morsel from one of the guests while playing with their returning playmate.

"If there is anything else, I'll be on my way to one of my many 'responsibilities.'"

With that, everyone comes up to me to give me a hug and a peck on the cheek.
IF walked me out to my car to let me out of the gate.
"You two are quite a couple."
"We have fun."
IF: man of few words.
As many times that is repeated throughout my life, I head back onto empty streets and as I approach an intersection, I pull over to a parking lot and reach for the phone and send a text message.

"are you sleep?"

"Hey baby!  Want some ass?"
LOL!
"Maybe."
"Well, my ass wants you. Come over."

Instead of turning right onto the freeway, I turn left.

Yeah, I need to get laid more.

The Date that wasn't......I think

The day started with VD kickin' my ass.
Having worked over 20 hours over a two day span, I was exhausted when my eyelids pried themselves open on Sunday morning.  I had a ton of crap to do before my date and I needed every bit of caffeine I could muster to even maintain a state of semi-consciousness.
Having gone to my "beautician", she hates being called a "Barber."  She was someone I went on a couple of dates with, but instead I go to her to cut my hair. We don't talk much, but as long as she cuts my hair fine, I'll be more loyal to her than any other person on the planet.
Yeah. Some men are that way.  We're stupid.
As the time draws near, I find myself across town when I get the email that she isn't feeling that great and was wondering if we could postpone it a couple of hours. to about 6pm.
No biggie...
I continue in my zombie-like state of chores and go to a Circuit City near our meeting place when I got the call of "I can't do it" from her.
She gave me the TMI of what is ailing her and I just told her it's no big deal.
To be honest, I was quite relieved and immediately went to the parking lot to nap.
Yes. I was THAT tired.
An hour later, being startled awaked by a nearby car alarm, I went to have a ravenous dinner at a nearby BW3's and on my way home when I got a call from Lauren.

"Hey cutie."
"Hey yourself, how're you feeling?"
"Better now, are you up for a dinner now? My treat."
"Sure, we can hang, but I just ate something, so I'll just nosh on something."
"give me 15 minutes and here is my address."
The email reaches my phone seconds later.
"Got it, be there in 30 minutes."

Later walking to her apartment, I'm greeted at the door with a hug and immediately walks out.
"I'm sorry, I haven't eaten all day and I'm famished."

We head over to a chain steakhouse and we chit chat about the day.
She asks some rather pointed questions about me and I answer honestly and I recieve a great vibes from her reactions.
When she inquires why I'm not as inquisitive about her, my response startles her;
"That won't change who you are if things work out, doesn't it?  Besides, we have time."
It's true that I don't want to find out EVERYTHING about a person on a first date.
To appease her a bit I asked her if she was a Psycho, a Serial Killer, or a crazy chick.
Much to my relief, she took it as the humor it was intended and let the matter drop as we continued talking about the crappy weekend.
Things felt good and the talk came easy.
Awesome.
We went back to her place and talked a bit more.
She was showing all the signs that she was comfortable with me.
Touching and rubbing my arm, head gestures, tentative handholding.
Reaching over for a light kiss, it turned out to a long smooching session.
The back of mind was gently reminded me of my chaste commitment.
I told the back of my mind to go back to controling my heart rate or something.
When her hand wandered over to rubbing my cock, all bets were off and our smooching turned into a full out make out session resulting in bites on the back of her neck, which she found VERY appealing.
Having discovered one of her breasts made it out of her blouse (Oops!) I nibbled and bit with a note of approval, particularly when she said she was about to orgasm as I continued my biting and nibbling.
After her orgasm subsided, she did something unexpected.
She brought out my cock proceeded to give me a lovely blowjob that resulted in an orgasm a few short minutes later.
We composed ourselves afterwards and continued to talk until midnight when it was decided that SHE needed to get some sleep.
She gave me a warm kiss goodnight and I turned around back to my car with a light spring on my step.

Just Hit Delete

My phone is clogged with old friends and current clients.

Occasional I have to delete a number of someone that I just haven't heard from in forever for whatever reason.
Just hit delete, and the person you have will be gone forever....or at least, you hope so.

To hit delete on your contact list means that the person in your life no longer exists.
Used to be that you had their phone number(s), addresses, their Aunt Irma's, or god knows what other info on a Rolodex* or some phone book at home.

Today it's more of a tenuous grip we have on the people we have in our lives, all of our information to our friends is usually contained on our cell phones.  We lose that cell phone and odds are, we will find out who will miss us until we scavenge the numbers again.
Additionally, we also contain quite a few other people on a contact list on our IM's and outlooks.
If our computers are stolen or killed, the same thing occurs.
Who will truly miss before we get our digital lives back together again.


Then there are those that you want out of your life.
You need them out of your life.
The Ex-Husband/Wife/Girlfriend/Boyfriend/Lover.

Hitting delete is a big step of going forward in your life, but some people are afraid to hit delete so we have these numbers on our phones that we never call, hope to one day hear from.
We hope they don't delete us.

Stella: Former fiance, one of my best lovers.  I had to grow up and realize my life with her but we would be living in a contestant world of a Lifetime Movie.  Having finally hit delete a few months ago, but she's proven she rarely hits delete on mine.

GD: An easy delete, no emotional attachment. I deleted haven't heard from since.

Andi:  One of my tougher deletes, took me a bit to move on, now I have to put up with the occasional I miss you Text messages AND IM's.  She obviously doesn't really want to let go.  I'm going to ask her next time I see her to delete me.  I want us to lose our way to each other.

Sharon:  Tried hitting delete, but we now have an "understanding" to what has the potential to be a very toxic (yet fun) relationship.  Meh.

KM:  She called the whole thing off and become "Friends", but what I told her what they might include, she hesitated. I deleted, but I don't think she did.  We'll see.

Each delete means that you're growing that much more.

Yay. Happy Fucking Valentine's Day.




*For those kids that don't know what a rolodex is.

Sure, my life has no drama...

On my way to work yesterday evening, I needed to go ahead and push forward with meeting Lauren to see what kind of chemistry is there before deciding to put up another ad or not.
Giving her a quick call, we have some social niceties before I just cut to the chase and ask her if she wants to go to a movie and dinner on Sunday.
She quickly accepts, but I can tell there was something she wanted to ask, but chose not to continue.

We talk about a movie, she approves, and then I promise we'll talk about firming up the time as the day draw near.

Yeah. I know. I'm such a romantic.
Shut up.

As my day progresses, I get a text.
Hmm....gee..who sends texts....
KM!
Yeah, I'm surprised too. Here's the entire conversation, of which I can't figure out what she's trying to say:

KM: "What are you up to?"
Me: "Not much."
KM: "Working?"
Me: "Sorta. You?" Translation: "Cut to the chase. You dropped me."
KM: "On my porch reflecting. Letting you go was difficult."
Me: "Ok. I didn't expect to hear from you this quickly." Which I didn't. Ever.
KM: "I am sorry."
Me: "About what?"
KM: "Everything."
Me: "Oh. Okay."
20 minute pause.
Me: "I guess that was all then."

WTF what all that about? Can a woman translate that for me? Am I over-thinking this? What really made it awkward was the fact that I just happen to be 4 blocks away when the texting started.  It was hard not to turn the car around.

I know this goes onto my OTHER blog, but it just shows how weird my dating/other life, is sometimes.

Katy:  "Hey.  Really enjoyed the other morning."
Me:    "So did I.  Look forward to it again."
Katy:  "When is a party? I want about 6 guys."
Me:    "Okay. March?"
Katy:  "That would be awesome."

Now to get a party organized too..

THE Talk

Showing up at the IHOP, RIGHT at 6:30.
KM is no where in sight.
Great.

At 7pm, I see her walking in, give me a kiss, and sit down.
We start with idle chit chat and talking about the usual stuff.
"So, what IS the talk?" I want to cut to the chase.
"Well..." she started....
Just like I had mentioned in another post, she didn't have time, but as I have put together this past weekend, she had no real desire to be with me. She enjoyed my company, but didn't feel the need to share what little free time she had with me, but she wanted to remain friends.
She stopped after 10 minutes and looked at me.

"Yes?" I asked.
"Are you okay with this?"
"I suspected it for quite some time. the question is, what are 'Friends?' I can't send you any smooching texts, naughty texts, we can't smooch, I can't hold you while we watch movies.
In other words, what is there left?"
She had no answer.
"I didn't expect you to be this calm about it. I was hoping you'd walk away, this would have been much easier on the both of us."
"The easy way out is for cowards. The Ball is in your court."

We talked about it back and forth for a bit, our waitresses knew something was up. They were there since the beginning of our dinners and have grown rather comfortable with us.
"Do you guys need anything else?" The youngest asked as she brought my dinner.
"No."
"Are you guys okay?"
"No. We're breaking up." I casually said as I cut into my steak.
"That sucks man. You two are my favorite!" and she walked off.
We both smiled at her response.
"Yeah, it sucks," I repeated.
We continued talking and pretty much told her to not to worry about me and that I'll be perfectly fine.
"Well, you're going to have to tell me what the parameters I need to follow with being friends with you. You contact me when you're ready."
She was still at a loss as to what else to say.
"Well, I need to....well...want to leave." she was on the verge of breaking down. no one could possibly tell, but I read her facial expressions.
"I assume you don't want me to walk you to your car."
Her lip quivering as she gave a quiet "no."
"Then goodbye."
With that, she quickly grabbed her purse and walked out as fast as she could.
The waitresses came by offering me an ice cream cone, but I refused.
I sat there for a bit, sucking down the last of my drink.
It was a full 5 minutes before I saw her car left the lot.
She must have been crying.
Leaving the money on the table and heading towards the door, a voice came up behind me.
"Does that mean you're not coming back again?"
"Unless she is with me, I have no reason to. Goodluck, kids."
With that, I walked off not looking back

No date, but a talk...

I was almost dead asleep at 2pm when I got a call from Lauren; she has to postpone. The bug that has been nagging her for a month has her feeling pretty crappy.
Considering I stayed up a bit later than usual, I slept until 4pm, so I was more than a little relieved.

Enjoying my bit of bliss was disturbed when my phone went off...KM!

"Hi baby!"
"Hey. Are you working today?"
uh-oh...I don't like that tone and she went on to explain her rough day to the point where she was free this evening. She didn't have that "smile" that I hear over the phone.
"Uh...no." Uh...YEAH! I gotta finish my damned laundry, but I wasn't going to give her an excuse.
"Okay, can we meet to talk tonight?" Inwardly I groan. The TALK, but I don't stress out about it.
"Sure when and where?"
"How about the usual place, when is a good time for you."
"Are we going to have THAT talk?"
"I don't know, depends on how you take it after we're through."
"Okay, Give me two hours so I ca-"
"Two Hours?" Genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, I just woke up. give me a bit to shower and shave." Not to mention dealing with the hell that is traffic at this time.
"So, 7:30?"
"No, 6:30 or 7, I fig-"
"So which? 6:30 or 7?"
"6:30" She was starting to get on my nerves, "What is this about?"
"Something I didn't want to talk about in Text or over the phone."
What a NOVEL idea!
"See you there" and hang up the phone."

I'll update a bit later tonight.