The Second date: The Test of Celibacy

After talking (and considerable Texting), we decided that we need to keep sex off the table for awhile.  Having decided there was a bit of chemistry on our last date, it turned into an all make-out session in my car.* 
Determining that we needed to see if we have more in common than sex, there was a decision to make a conscientious effort to keep our hands off each other, enjoy a movie, talk a bit, and then be our way.

That was the goal.
I mean that.

We went to a theater to watch "The Hangover"**, but spent some time to just chit-chat about stuff in our lives and try to find an additional connection.
She loved the movie, I enjoyed watching it again, and we were on our way to walk over to her car.  We were side by side looking out over the parking lot as we just leaned against the car talking about things in general.
For some reason, she mentioned that this time, she wore shorts that were a LITTLE tighter than last time.  These were a newer purchase since she has been steadily been losing weight.
I noticed she had "pretty panties" when she showed how much she had lost since she purchased them.
My comment was, along the lines of, "You got the pretty panty things going on, eh?  Well, you already know I go commando."
There was a pause.
I quickly tried to change the subject by saying the movies seemed pretty busy tonight.
She didn't let it go.
"You don't wear anything? I didn't notice that last time" she said in that innocent voice.
"Well, maybe on our next date I'll show you.
She continued onto the driver's side of the car and was ready to open the door to kiss her goodbye.

She opened the rear driver's side door and climbed in before I could fathom what she was up to.
"Hop in and remind me."
Oh shit!
I quickly turned around and pondered the situation.
No.
I can't go in.
The parking lot was PACKED with cars and people going in and out of the theater.
We were parked under a LIGHT!
No.
She looked at me and smiled.
Taking in a deep breath, and mutter a few prayers.
Really. I did.
Turning back towards her, I was greeted with a wicked smile and her hand on mine beckoning me in.
Any resolve that I was building crumbled in an instant.****
Okay.
Smooching.
Just smooching.
Not even settled into my seat she was sitting up on her side of the car and her hand reached to my cock.
Aw fuck.
She moved my shorts to the side, grabbed my cock, and was instantly in her mouth in seconds.
Never had a chance to make even a feeble attempt at a protest.
Her enthusiasm for a blowjob was amazing, but my hands were craving access from the back.
The tighter shorts that she was so excited about worked against me.
Damn them!
After I reached blow her, I was able to tickle her clit, within seconds, I felt her mouth quicken in pace and was greeted by a warm liquid as she had her first orgasm, one of three that came in rapid succession.
"I want to lick you dry, baby", I said.
Without hesitation, she sat up, unbuttoned and removed her pants.  She was leaning up against her side within a minute.
Kneeling down, I was licking and sucking her clit, when I felt her tense up and she squeezed out liquid out of her. 
Quickly clamping my mouth to cover her entire pussy, I sucked down all that she gave me.  Barely a chance to gulp down the first rush, when she started to flood mouth again that accompanied a muffled scream.
I managed to contain it in my mouth, when she came AGAIN.*****  This time the scream was unmistakable and cause no small amount of panic after I sucked it down.
Quickly looking around, there was no one around us. 
The tinting and fogged up windows helped us quite a bit.
After I reassured her that things were okay, I turned up the heat a bit.
Kissing her with her juices on my face, she seemed to get even more turned on with what I had in mind next; inserting two fingers in her pussy to rub on her G-spot and two fingers in her ass was something that she REALLY seemed to enjoy.
The flow that went into my mouth was a testament on how much she enjoyed having a little DP action and I kept this up for at least a good five minutes or so until she begged for me to stop.
It was then that she pushed me back to go back to giving me that delicious blowjob when she stopped a few minutes later.
"Did you bring condoms?" she quickly asked.
"No. I purposely didn't bring any.No sex, remember?"
"Shit, but to hell with it."
She immediately climbed on...but I held a firm stance.
"Are you sure."
"Shut up and let me straddle you."
Hey! I DID try!
With that, I felt myself entering her, but I didn't have to do much.  Once again, I felt her muscles clamp down on my shaft and a river of her juices flowing down****** and pooling under me and she was off me within a minute.
We fooled around for a few more minutes when it was decided she needed to leave to get back to her kids.
Peeking out, I made my getaway, gave her a long kiss goodbye and casually walked to my car only two rows away.*******




*You know, after a certain age, one expect that car sex is behind you.  It's still fun, but I'm just sayin'.
** Her first time, my second, but I loved the movie.
*** a lovely Velvet-y shamrock green and about an inch of room.
**** Shut up, Starfish.
***** She later told me, that it was the combination of the suction, moaning, and the fact that I was REALLY enjoying it that caused this series of orgasms...all within 2 or 3 minutes.
****** When I left, my khaki shorts totally soaked up front...and back.  Thank god it was late.
******* I asked how many orgasms she had, but as close as she could figure, she had about 12 at least. Nice. I wish we men could do that!

Enter: Football Fan

For the fun of it, I put out an ad for a "Kinky Girlfriend" for LTR with "intentions".
Didn't expect any responses.
None. At all.

Within 5 hours, I got a response.
After a flurry of responses and a brief exchange of history, she was ready to meet.
Being that this happened within only 8 hours and all falling together within a short amount of time, it threw me off totally.
Having to work, I had to beg off meeting or even talking on the phone until monday, but we kept in touch throughout the weekend with emails.

My Sunday suddenly became open and at three-ish, we agreed to meet at a chain restaurant.
Having arrived there a bit ahead of her, I went ahead and ordered (I was starving) and waited.
15 minutes later, my phone buzzed with a Text "Just pulling up."
Instantly, I started scouting the parking lot and I spotted two vehicles that arrived, but only one had a single female in it.
She seemed to be of "Average" height and weight wearing A Texan's Jersey.  Upon entering the door, I waved at her and her smile beamed at me as she walked over and immediately ordered something.
Cutting to the chase after a few minutes, I wanted to know about her marriage, and in short, she was saying how her divorce was about to be over, and quite frankly, was interested in dating "several people" so she wouldn't fall into the trap of "Marrying on the rebound."
Perfectly understandable.

The chat eventually shifted over the topic of the kinks I listed.  Reason being is that I wanted to make sure that the person I was to be with had the same appetite and kinks that I do.  I was determined not to make that same mistake again.  As I went down my list, she didn't seem to flinch.
Not a single bit
She went on to say that she was a bit of a swinger as well and went on to elaborate on some other things that she would and wouldn't do.
The conversation shifted over a variety of topics and it was soon apparent that the waitress wanted her table back for some new customers.
I asked her if she wanted me to walk her to her car and have a brief smooching session.
Just smooching.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
"You know, it would be rather unseemly to be smooching in public." she said.
"Well, it was only going to be a quick smooch." I said defensively.
"Might be able to handle that, but lets do it privately."
Somehow we wound up in the backseat in my car.
It went from a casual smooching session to an outright make-out session.
My growing erection forced me to adjust myself.  I thought I had done it discretely until I heard her ask if she could feel it.
Who am I to deny her that?
We continued to kiss as I finally had to "set it free" because it was uncomfortable and immediately started to stroke it; after a minute or two, she took one look at it and proceeded to to give me a sweet blowjob.*
After a few more minutes, we came to the realization that perhaps sitting in an open parking lot, near a chain restaurant with the sun blazing wouldn't be a good idea.
Rather quickly, I get back into the front seat and we drive to a slightly more "isolated" spot behind a nearby construction trailer...facing the frontage road to the freeway.
Getting into the backseat, we pick up where we left off with the blowjob.
her kneeling on my seat to give me the blowjob, I reach over and stroke her pussy over her shorts for a few minutes.  Eventually, I reach under her shorts and reached for, and then gently fingered her clit
She changed her pace to a more sensual technique instead of the frantic pace she had initially.   Bring her face up, cradled her and continued to smooch for a bit longer while I caressed her.  She moved my hand to her crotch and started to grind against it, that just turned me on even more, we kissed more passionately as I unbuttoned her shorts.  They were kicked off within seconds as she put them on the floor.
She apologized about not having "pretty" underwear.  Seems like I wasn't the only one not anticipating the backseat smooching session going as far as it did.
But we were far from ending it.
As we continued kissing, I gently rubbed her clit, while I was slowly increasing pressure on it.  She was getting so wet my fingers were just sliding up and down the surfaces of her pussy and ass.  As my fingers felt her tight hole, I tentatively dipped my finger in and was greeted by a loud moan and harder kissing.
Finally pulling away from her I said, I wanted to eat her ass.
Without hesitation, she got up and maneuvered into kneeling away from me and spread her cheeks.
Not being totally brain dead, I went up behind her and proceeded to lick and tongue fuck her ass and proceeded to keep rubbing and fingering her pussy.
I noticed her starting to shake a bit more and that is when it became apparent her pussy was REALLY getting wet.
Sopping wet.
Then gushing.
Then squirting.
I was in awe, I wanted to lick it up, but I wasn't at the right angle to do so.** I did, however, try to get as much as I could in my hand and sucked it up from there.  She apparently was able to see what I was doing and said that it was a major turn on.
Having her turn over so I can eat her out, she wanted me to kiss her so she could taste her juices on my face, as I bent down to kiss her, with my also being bottomless, we got dangerously close to actual sex*** and temptation was very close.  It took quite a bit of effort, but I kept the kissing brief and played it off that I just wanted to lick more of her juices.
As I went back down, her pussy was totally wet and I was fingering her as I concentrated on her clit.  As I sensed my fingers being squeeze by her muscles, there was an increase of juices flowing out of her to the point that there was a little squirting, I automatically put my mouth to cover her as much of her wet pussy as possible and swallowed as much as of her liquid as possible.
Twice.
I. Loved. Every. Single. Drop.
We repositioned ourselves so she can finish her blowjob with a nice steady rhythm, but it seemed to gradually take on a bit more urgency for some reason.
My fingering her asshole and pussy at the same time, might have had something to do with it.
As her pace picked up, my fingers got deeper and got a bit more motion in them.
Several things at once happened that made me have an intense orgasm.
One:  She was hitting the back of her throat with a bit of force.
Two: The muscles in her pussy and asshole were gripping my fingers and I was feeling her start to drip/gush again.
Three: There was a gentleman walking by my car.  Even though I had dark tinted windows, the light from the sun was enough for him to give him a good view of what my fingers were doing.  Oddly (to me), he walked off after we made contact and turned away with this...what I would describe as a matter of fact look.
The combination of these made me my orgasm quite powerful and held her head down on my cock as I came.****
She sat back on the passenger side and I snuggled up to her on her lap and we talked for a bit, fleshing out our histories and our intentions.
Looking up towards her, her fully covered breasts were teasingly close.
"Can I take a peek at them?"
"You already seen the pictures," she responded.*****
Earlier I had said that one of my kinks was breast "torture" and was a bit dubious about it, but she complied with my request and was greeted by a lovely nipple.
I immediately put it in my mouth and set it between my teeth while sucking it.
The response, as you would suspect, was immediate.  The nipple hardened in my mouth and I was vigorously sucking and biting the rest of her breast for a few minutes.
She then lifted me up, pushed me back to a sitting position and started to straddle my lap after presenting her breasts to me once again.
The breathing intensified, I attacked her breasts more, and then I reached behind and shoved a finger up her ass.
She shifted her weight, looked at me in the eyes and said, "To hell with it."
With that she impaled herself on my cock and her eyes immediately rolled to the back of her head while she ground into me and had, from what I could tell, an instant, small but intense orgasm.


We sat back down and talked for a bit longer.
"You know, this 'Linner' lasted much longer than I thought it would." I finally said.
"Yeah, we're going to have to leave soon."
"We're going to have to leave VERY soon, though." as I casually looked at my dashboard.
"Oh, sick of my company already?" she said with a dangerous sound in her voice.
"Nah. I'm almost out of gas." and casually pointed to the indicator.
It has been almost 2 hours since we hopped in.
"I see what you mean."
"Let's get you back to your car," I said as our respective shorts went back on.
"I'm going to back back to my car." she said as I jumped up front.
"Really?"
"Yeh. Need to clear my head before I get into my car."
With that she jumped out and proceeded to walk at a moderate pace.
Putting the car in gear, I lower the window and keep up with her.
"Hey little girl. Wanna jump in?"
"Nah, I've been told not to get into cars with strangers."
"I got some really good candy."
"No thank you. I got some nice candy earlier from another bad man."
A car had just pulled up and I needed to move on as I was blocking the way in.
I blew her a kiss as I drove off.
As I got to a nearby gas station, my car sputtered to a stop before I had a chance to turn off the key.
Just in time.
reaching into my phone, I sent her a text msg:
"I could have stayed longer."

We shall see what our next date is like.




*She said that once she saw the pre-cum on the tip, she knew she wanted it in her mouth. 
**No. My first thought of detailing my car didn't come to mind until MUCH later.
*** Again. We weren't prepared for this eventuality.
****She said a bit later she didn't taste it, suggesting that my cock was actually a little further down her throat. That was hot.
*****She showed me a picture on her cell phone earlier that she was going to send to me.

Prospects:

As I have mentioned before, I had only one response to my initial post and it seemed quite interesting considering I had put it in the in the "Other Romance", I was fairly surprise with that.

Once I re posted over to for Males seeking females, the response was only slightly better.
It's my guess that women overall are probably thinking they are more shallow then they thought.
This is (basically) the post I put up:

You're not perfect and neither am I.
I'm one that looks past the drama and sees who you are. Be the same.
It's not the baggage that you have, but in what manner you carry it.

Single Imperfect male seeking SIF 35-45 (more or less) for LTR

Must not be too far left or right, Politically.
Must be open to conversation of all types ranging from Pop culture to discussions of Philosophy.
Must enjoy/tolerate baseball. (go to quite a few games...)
MUST be up on current events.
MUST be quick witted
MUST have a sense or humor. (I enjoy Robot Chicken and south park, but I also love Big Bang Theory)
MUST have the ability to call me out appropriate.
MUST be open to new ideas, opinions, and counterpoints. (I love being intellectually challenging, and you should be too)
PREFER someone that has more kinks than a cheap gold chain. (if you gotta ask, feel free to ask for a clarification).
No kinks judged, keep them to yourself until we get along. Or share. I'm flexible.

No pics requested or given initially.
If you need pics or feel the need to share a pic, then perhaps I'm not for you.
Think of it as "Dating In The Dark" but with typing.

I'm okay with:
Kids. (you with kids, I have one that's grown)
Workaholics. I'm one as well.
Non traditional jobs.
Pets. (Wary of dogs, but I get over that quick. As long as he doesn't look at me as a snack food. I'm okay with it.)
Crazy Ex's. We all have them. This is Texas, so no jury would convict me. 'Nuff said. I don't have to deal with mine anymore. (not murder, kid grew up) 

After re-posting on the Males for Females section, I gotten a LITTLE more of a response.  I got 5.
Total.

The first responder was from a 22 yr old.  We continued talking for a bit until I decided to stop wasting both of times.
The next responder is one I'll call "Blossom".  She's a woman of my age who responded for no real reason she could think of.  She is married but is, as far as she can tell me, planning to divorce her husband.   When she mentioned FWB, I went a bit nuts and informed her about my OTHER blog.
Don't ask me why. I still don't know why I did it.  
She read it and was hooked.
The rest are barely worth mentioning.  Seems after only a few frustrated attempts to get me to send a picture without revealing anything about themselves tried their patience and we both mutually gave up or was too far away to make a relationship even remotely realistic.

Going to give it another try in a few days...perhaps it was the timing of my posting.  Haven't quite decided, but I was extremely disappointed that the ad didn't get any more responses.

Then again, the woman are probably thinking they're too perfect for my ad.

Cranial Ex-lax a mid year recap!

You know, I with Sharon's parting, its kinda' hard not to take the departure and my lack of successful dating in stride at times.
I was bemoaning my problems with a couple of people when they just looked at me like I was insane.  From what I have been *TOLD*, my I've been a rather prolific dater.
Really?
Prolific?
IS that something to strive for?
A couple of fellow blogger friends have commented that they wished they dated/Laid as much as I have.
What?  Really?

Feel free to skip this portion and go to see the women in my past.
Let's do a mid-year recap:

I've dated EIGHT (8) women since I've started this blog.
Believe it or not there have been two or three others that were so insigificant that I erased them from my memory!

One is a workahalic mother of 7 (or is that 6?) kids who was freshly divorced and proclaimed herself too insane to date.  Plus she didn't like my hobby.*  Several drama filled months of that crap.

Next was a psychic reader/hippy chick (translation: would have been KINKY!) who had some financial and distance issues.  Disaster was written all over it. Done.

Lumens, who we went on a date or two and then disappeared after she said she found a different job and boyfriend.

Then there was KS, a chick who initially answered a gangbang ad and then thought about dating as well.  Oddly enough, she saw me nude on the first "date" at a party and haven't seen her since.**

Lauren, Lovely woman. I liked her, but I don't think there was any chemistry. It was somewhat a relief when she pulled the cord and jumped off.

Latina:*** was hoping for some sort of connection as far as heritage goes****, only to find out she has some really odd ticks and has some strange conspiracy theories.

Teaser: The first girl who googled my original email and found this blog and made me go into a total panic.  We've met in, what I think, a bad case of timing.  I have some drama and work issues that is taking quite a bit of my time, while she is innudated with work and having time issues as well. Not to mention she's thinking of heading out of state.

I mean, C'mon!
Yes, that's only a partial list of the women I've dated, but you get the point.
While I don't plan on giving up dating, you can see how it's a bit daunting.
Just hard to figure out what women are thinking at times when they put themselves out there.  There have been a few expectations where they want every man they meet is a male hunk with blonde hair, blue eyes, that earns 6 figures.

How can a typical putz compete with such expectations?




*God knows what she would have said if she knew the entire extent of it.
**Maybe that had something to do with it? 
***What's up with all the "L"s?
**** Remind me to write a rant about Latin/Mexican chicks on why I generally don't date them.

Hmm..Maybe I can scare her off?

Well, Andi seems to be calling and Texting more often, which is driving me a bit crazy.  We're making some headway and it appears that we are slowly mending fences.
The more I thought about it, the more of a bad idea this was, iitially, I thought I might have scared her off with my "Grocery list" and she hung up rather quickly after that.  I took that to mean that I scared her off.

Little did I realize that a few days later, she would text me again.

"You really surprised me with that list."

"Really?"

"It was....fascinating...and perhaps enticing."

"What interested you?"*
"All of it."

"Really?"

"Yes."

For some reason, I never really talked about some of the wilder stuff that I do, but it seemed important now for some reason. Perhaps when I shared the list I'd scare her away and she wouldn't talk to me because I "was a pervert!"

As we talked more, I decided perhaps this would be an ideal way to end it by scaring her by mentioning something over the top!

"You know, I could have made all those things come true."

"Really?"

"OH yes, if we were together, I have no hesitation to spreading your cheeks and having other guys have their way with your ass or pussy while you suck on someone else's cock."

I could have sworn that I heard her gasp over the phone all the way from her city.

"That sounds like it would be fun. Yes, I'd like that."

???

This isn't working out like I had planned.

"Really?"

"Yes, I always wanted that, but all I've had was boring boyfriends."

"OK."  It was the only thing I could think of saying without seeming TOO idiotic.

"I need to get some sleep, and you got me totally wet.  Going to play for a bit, sorry I can't call, but I'm at my cousin's house."

"Okay. Gnite."

WTF?
Just when I thought I figured something out, people throw me for a loop.

* I'll put up a post/link of it on my other blog soon for those that are curious.

Caught! Enter The Teaser

Having put up a ad on CL a couple of weeks ago, I waited for the responses to trickle in and it didn't take long.

After the intial group was fine, but it wasn't for me and eventually dropped the conversations.

One of my favorites was a woman whose responses were three or four words typed from her blackberry.

After I'd asked her what she was up to for the weekend, her response:

"Probably spend it with kiddos."

Okay.
Being the kind of guy who wants to engage in a conversation, I responded; "Oh? Cool? What are the ages? I'm thinking about heading to a movie and...blah..blah..blah"

Response was simply their ages and it sounded like fun. (!)
I went on and discussed general stuff and the response was always two or three words.
After about a day, I was wondering if she was trying to blow me off, "Are you a woman of few words, or is it just a pain to type on a blackberry?"

"Not short of words just while driving."
"You know, you could always just type when you have time and then hit send."

She laughed, but the pattern continued.
I finally got sick of it after a few more hours and blew her off.

Just because there is an email in your crackberry doesn't mean you have to send a short letter instantly!  I mean, really, when dealing with someone you're pursuing a relationship with, we can handle a little delay between emails if there is a bit of substance to it.

Another of the candidates I have been emailing seemed to get along quite well.  We seemed to have the same general interests and I was fairly optimistic.

During a lull in my day, I started reading an email from her and while the initial tone gave me caution,  she had stumbled across something incriminating.  While I suspected she MIGHT have come across the blog, I wasn't going to confirm or deny anything until I knew WHAT she found.  She strongly hinted that perhaps it was better to just call the whole thing off.
I feigned innocence and asked what she found?  I was fairly certain she didn't find the blog, but probably got me confused with some OTHER idiot.
The next letter contained two links two both of my blogs.   While I was in a store at the time, it was all I could do to giving a visible reaction.   In my mind, I ran around screaming like a little girl and wondering what to do.

Outside, I was the calm cool demeanor that I try to exude....but for a bit there, I thought I wet myself a little bit.

She went on to explain that her ex husband and her both into "The Lifestyle" and didn't think she could go down that road.  After I explained that I was sincere that I am open to changing my ways, she was more than a bit skeptical.
Not that I blame her in the least, but I believe we can.

She continued reading portions of both of my blogs and seems to be coming around.   I have no idea why, but she seems to.  So this should be interesting.

HI HON!

Run for the border....and back?

Well, I only got three replies to my post on CL since the latest "Break up", but one was interesting.
Sharing a common ethnic background, we hit it off initially.  I ask her some really stupid personal questions, which could be considered a "stereotype" but she laughs it off and replies in the positive...

Then we start hitting off on some personal peeves that people do that make themselves look like a caricature of a stereotype (Read: Brown trash).  We continue laughing about some of the same experiences we shared dating someone of the same race and how we sometimes rolled our eyes when they would do bizarre shit.

Yeah, we both think Gold plates with your name on a chain around your neck is classy.*
Yeah.  We think that penciling (Badly) in your shaved eyebrows is in fashion around the world.*
Oh we definitely think women should wear clothes two sizes too tight.*
If you're not detecting the sarcasm in this section; I'm sorry.

Laughing ourselves silly to the point where I start to uncontrollably cough forces me to cut the call short.

Okay. I'm liking this.

A few hours later, we continue our call and we continue our talk about various things when suddenly she mentions she doesn't do Chinese or Asian food.
"Really?"
"Yep.  Don't like wierd foods."
"SERIOUSLY?"
"Yeah."

Oh fuck. I LOVE Chinese, Thai, and Japanese.
Alright, I can deal with it, I've gotten girlfriends/dates to like different cuisines.

We go to kidding about our relatives and such and I mention I had a relative who is REALLY into conspiracy theories...like not going to the moon.
She responds that he's probably right.

You ever hear that "screeching" noise in your head when you go "WTF?"
Yeah, that's what I heard.

So we actually start debating this and the 9/11 theory.

I finally shut her up by a simple fact of human nature:

People love to talk.
It can't be helped.
Every major event in history has been uncovered because one or two people couldn't stand it anymore.

People not coming out of the woodwork with the Kennedy assassination, The Moon Landing, and 9/11 was something she couldn't deny.
But I might have lost a potential girlfriend by winning a pointless debate..

It was getting late and she had to get to bed, I had more work to do and I had to think about this.

We are a bit distant as far as political ideaology goes, but we think along the same lines culturally and religiously.

We're going to try to arrange a date sometime next week, I am still feeling a bit under the weather and I have a feeling I need my wits about me for this one.

*After debating for an hour or so about linking up to examples, I just couldn't do it.  The relatives might all pile into a tricked out chevy and run to my door...if they can keep their pants from falling down around their knees.

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.

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

A text to wake up to:

What she read first thing in the morning on her phone:

"I want to sit you down on my lap, nude and away from me, while I nibble on your neck and rub your clit."

What I wanted to do, but neglected to put in, "In full view of a room full of men and women."

Is that bad?

Pleased to meet you. Why yes, I would love to lick your asshole.

*bzz*
I don't hear you!
*bzz*
Turning over I ignore the CL phone.
*bzz-
Good they gave up.  Damn "Car warranty" people.
Settling in trying to get back to some solid sleep.
*DING!*
WTF? They left a msg?
That finally caught my attention.
Grabbing the offending phone, it rings again.
It's Lauren!  I haven't heard from her in several days and didn't think much of it.
"Hey sweetie!  Sorry I haven't called, phone has been acting up. This is my private number to the office if you want to talk to me."
Ooo....I feel special.
It's obvious that I'm still a bit sleepy because I'm still slurring some of my words, but I was trying to shake myself awake.
"By the way...What is the party about you mentioned on your Voicemail Message?"
"Uhh...."  I couldn't think of a plausible excuse.
FUCK! I forgot to change the message since last party! Might as well be honest about it, if we go forward, she might know about it and something tells me she's not exactly a nun.
I confess to some of it, but only tell her a bit, she doesn't have to know all.
We continue to talk for a bit until I finally asked if she wanted to meet tonight for coffee after work.
"SURE!"  You can't get more enthusiastic than that.
"It's a date!"
"Wait!  I am still recovering from a cold, I don't really wanna give it to you."
"Don't worry, it'll give you an excuse for me not to give you a peck on the cheek."
This was greeted with laughter.

Forwarding a couple of hours, I meet her in a nearby suburb of town not too far away.
After walking in, I spotted her.
Mid 40's, curvy, pleasantly plump, woman, that looked quite serious into the book she was reading.
She spotted me as I was walking toward her and her face changed into one of warmth and welcome.
We sat down and talked for awhile about a variety of things, including our mutual love for TIVO and the people we have met.

Towards the end of the conversation, she wanted to know more about the parties, as she saw me stuttering, she interrupted me.  "Just say it, I'm not a virgin, you know I'm submissive, do you REALLY think you're going to say anything new to me?"
She had a point. So I continued and she was quite fascinated by it and went on to other topics.
Somehow, the conversation started its way down to sex, and I let her know I LOVE to give rimsjobs.
Her eyes glazed over, "I LOVE those."
Oh god. Here comes trouble.
I decide that it was time I need to get to work.
Walking her outside, I shake her hand, hug her, and walk off.
I felt good about this, we have chemistry.

Climbing into my car, I receive a text from her before I even start the car.
"You know, you didn't even try to kiss me. I'm hurt. Not interested?"
I smile and give her a call back and explain to her I want to be as chaste as possible.
Yeah, sounds like total bullshit, but its true.
At least, I'm going to try to convince myself that.

"So you don't find me attractive?"
Oh good lord!
In my "sexy announcer" voice, I respond:
"Oh yeah! I'd do you in a heartbeat, baby! I'd lick that asshole of yours in an instant."
Gales of laughter was coming from the phone.
"Happy?"
"Yes.  Goodnight!"

Yeah, she's going to be interesting.

On a side note:
I talked to KM.   We have a date for Tonight, I think she's feeling a bit randy.

YOU AGAIN?!?

Sitting in the hotel room by myself allows me to mentally prepare for the evening. KM is on the way after a quick shower and shave brief convo:
"You have to remember, I'm a girly girl."
"Well, don't sweat about shaving your legs,we can have romantic cricket sounds as we lay together."
The giggling betrayed the mock anger she had.
"Jerk. I'll be there in about 30 minutes."

It wasn't much of a hotel, but it was handy.
Just as I was about to semi-doze in a blissfully quiet moment; the phone rang.
"Hey sexy."
"Well, hi there! You haven't called me that in a long time!"
ANDI!  My mind snapped awake.
"Hey."
"Busy?" 
"Nah, I have about 20 minutes." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I thought she was gone!
She went on about her life and her schedule and then blamed the latest neglect of calling due to her not feeling well.  I barely got in a word in edgewise."
Blah.Blah. Blah.
"Did you think of our last texts and conversations?" As I finally interrupted with the edge on my voice that I hope conveyed my annoyance.
That stopped her cold for about 30 seconds.
"Yes. Quite a bit actually.  I told my mom and some girlfriends about it.  Mom basically was disappointed in me. She and the girls liked you. They don't like my current boyfriend."
I had fans?  Who knew?
Once again, she apologized and said she'd make it better.
"You DO realize that *I* am not calling anymore.  You're the one that needs to make an effort."
"I know."  her voice was quieter now.
We continued with some pleasantries for a bit longer until I heard the knock on the door.
"Gotta go, bye!"
"Can I Ca-"

I open the door and was greeted by one of the warmest hugs I have had in a long while.

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A date with Lumens....

Lumens and I talked briefly and decided to have a dinner date last week.
Well, it wasn't really much of a dinner. 
I picked up some Gyros on the way to her place.
Really wasn't much of a date, either;  we picked at our food  talking until it was decided we needed to go the bedroom after only 10 minutes.
Nothing really earth shattering, just a nice relaxing romp.
Later on, we were simply lying there while I was reviewing emails on my phone when we talking about future party details.  She talked about her fantasies, future party possibilities, and other things in everyday life.
While the sex was satisfying, it just reaffirmed my decision to simply have her as a party girl and not as one for dating.
Fortunately, she was cool with the situation as it was.

Pity about the Gyros, though.  I was hungry.

A day with Lumens was enlightening

Today, I decided that Lumens and I were going to go out, I blew off our plans on Tuesday, so I could spend more time with KM, which turned into a bizarre late dinner, but it worked out all the same.
This was to be awesome sex, followed by a lovely dinner, followed by more fantastic sex.
We made tentative plans for today and she called me as I was heading out the door to pretend to work.
"So are you heading over?"
"For Sex, food, Sex?"
"Yeah, but I haven't eaten lunch and I'm starving, do you mind if we eat first?"
"Sure.  Not a problem."
Looking at the Hell that is Rush Hour in Houston, I told her 40 minutes.
We get there and I walk into her modest home, which is in the same Neighborhood where The Psycho Bitch is.  She invites me in for a moment to finish getting ready.
GOOD LORD! You had 40 minutes! 
Women.
Fortunately, all she had to do is change her blouse, put on some lipstick.
As I take in her surroundings, my eye focused on one thing.
A bong.
Not a big bong, but a bong. I chose to ignore that bit, but I kept it to myself.
She was just about to apply her lipstick when the words, that struck me speechless were, "I'll be outside in a moment, I'm going to take a few hits first."
I went outside to bring the car around and she joined me a couple of minutes later.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am NOT a prude by any stretch of anyone's imagination.  I respect everyone's methods for relaxation, but drugs isn't one. 
Okay, it's only pot.  So I blew it off, so to speak.

When dinner came around, the conversation was bland.
Very bland.
Oh. My. God, Bland.
I kept thinking, that the sex would be worth it.

After we went back, she we chit-chatted a bit.  My brain slowly went to sleep.  I almost had a male version of a triad moment as to whether or not this is worth it.

As we started head over to the bedroom, she started to get undressed and I followed her lead.  Up until she grabbed her BEDSIDE BONG!

Now, my lying nude next to a woman that is also nude may not bring warm fuzzy feelings to you, but imagine my irritation as she proceeded to take a few hits from that. 
At least she was kind enough to offer, but I passed.

The sex wasn't as special as I remembered it.  The Intensity of our bodies weren't there.  Turns out she even loved anal!
Nope. Not enough.

After a few hours, I found myself in the car, wishing that I could shower the date away.

So much for her being dating material.  I decided that perhaps she wasn't the ideal person I was thinking of.

Maybe I'll just invite her to my parties, or whatever, but I don't think we'd be a good match afterall.

Bummer, but whatever, I just hope KM works out.

Cast Of Characters.

Updated 12/15/09

A list of women that I considered, or have, dated over the past couple of years. Latina and Lauren are on the top of the list because they are the ones that I've had more history with and could potentially be more involved in my life. Storm cloud is only mentioned briefly, because dating is not an option. Sharon is only mentioned briefly because she's not on my "dating" radar. Most of the people on my "Hobby" blog, because I don't really intend to have a lasting "dating" relationship. If they make it on my "Dating" blog, then okay.

Yeah, I know. It confuses me too.
It's my blog, deal with it.

Football Fan: She is a woman about 5 years my junior. Led a bit of a kinky lifestyle as well and had an incredible"first meeting." We've recently started talking about kids, she wants another, but is perfectly fine with my being done with kids. So far we seemed to fit quite well, there are a few minor issues and bumps, but so far everything is good. Got to meet the kids and it wasn't too telling so far. But that's the next step.

Teaser: Met and went on a date in just over a week, but considering the circumstances, I don't know if we can do a date thing. She stated that she had been in the lifestyle previously, but wasn't inclined on going down that road, but she did seem to be slightly interested in my hobby. She seems very bright and you can tell there is a sexual side of her that made me drool a bit when we first met and I'm looking forward to our next date. I'm not just typing this because she might be reading it. In the end, I don't think anything is going to come out of it, so I'm just going to let it simmer. We still talk occasionally, though.

Andi: Lady friend that I had been seeing for about two years, but for some reason, dropped me like a hot potato during a trip. It sucked hard. She never knew of my Hobby, and after our last big blow up, she has been rather persistent in contacting me, but our "vibe" never came back and wasn't interesting in contacting her again so I tried scare her off, only to find out it's something she wants to do. She hints that I shouldn't give up on her, but since Teaser isn't a sure thing, I'm keeping my options open. For now.

Latina: Nice girl, we got along quite well politically, but she had weird opinions on moon landings and such. After a couple of days of losing contact with each other, I figured I'd just pull the plug.

KM: Were "semi-dating" we liked each other, but the scheduling really isn't conducive for a typical relationship. The challenges at the beginning of our dating was unreal, but I REALLY liked her, since she is fresh out of a divorce, she doesn't seem to handle the dating scene. We got our issues resolved for the most part, we seem to enjoy sex with each other, but still quite a road to travel. We have talked since that episode, so we're still cool. It's done. She couldn't handle the fact that she didn't "desire" to see me, particularly with her busy schedule. So, for now we're "Friends", she doesn't want a casual sexual relationship, so for now on...I am no longer calling her. It's over, at least that's what I keep telling myself. Unfortunately, I still find myself near where she lives and works, so I have to fight the urge to tell her that I miss her. She tried contacting me again recently, but I think I totally screwed it up to the point where I probably will never hear from her again.

Lauren: We got along well and turns out we have a few things we have in common. We fit fairly well, except for our schedules, but in the end, another person she was dating was starting to turn a bit serious, so she decided to call it off.


Stella: Someone that I dated in the past. Always bailed her out of whatever mess she wound up in. Her ability to make crucial life decisions was incredibly deficient. Since she called again recently, she's been suffering with medical issues which were a direct result of her not following my advice. We lost contact with each other, but every couple of years she manages to find me. It's tormenting to hear her, I know she needs me, but I can't always be there to bail her out when she makes shitty decisions. Haven't heard from her since the last post I mentioned her in. I hope it stays that way, but I will always Love and miss her. She tried contacting me recently when her daughter came into town, but I never returned her texts.

Sharon: Initially she was the Married Anonymous Psycho (she still is psycho, but not anonymous...to me), who apparently likes to be roughed up and forced. She's Batshit crazy. Period. Dating isn't an option for this one and since has left town because of a divorce.

Storm Cloud: Is someone I have been "seeing" off and on for at last 15 years. We used to date, but came with some really wild luggage. We maintained our sexual relationship (a bit) during her Marriage. Currently I'm HER booty call. It's nice to know I have one talent she enjoys. I believe she FINALLY moved in with her boyfriend and that means we probably won't see each other again. Believe it or not, it's a bit of a relief.

KS: A perspective person for dating who happens to also enjoy my hobby. Didn't work out, apparently, she thought I was skeezy or something. whatever.


Lumens: Someone that was originally on the OTHER blog, but we might actually start dating, but I'm not entirely sure. She has a slim build and is attractive, but ordinarily not my type as far as personality goes. But I'm willing to give her a fair shot. Who knows, I could be surprised! She wasn't for me, but she will be more involved in my other blog as I ramp up more parties. Has pretty much dropped off the face of the earth after getting a new job and boyfriend.

GD: "Psychic chick" is what her moniker should have been. Totally sweet person, but she had too much in her life going on, plus she was also moving into another drama filled episode of her life. I wish her well, I really do.

S: Was dating material, but after the party, she went a little insane. Later did I find out that she was like super hard core left wing. We're talking Hanging out with Cindy Sheehan, nuts. Left me a 4 page hate letter with several bullet points because I didn't call her enough. She was intense AND crazy. Pity she was my kind of kinky.

Anonymous One: This is going to make me sound bad. But I REALLY don't remember her name. I liked her, but the distance was too great and eventually blew it off. She understood and only talked once or twice after this adventure.