This post is a somewhat anticlimactic followup to my previous post (My Date: Part One). It’s anticlimactic because nothing unusual happened.
Me and my non-date, Norm, went back to his place after lunch. He lives in a tiny one bedroom apartment that is so small and odd (sink attached to a small oven kind-of-odd), that I told him it felt like an apartment from another country.
“Shit, where am I supposed to sit?” I wearily thought to myself as I scanned for a couch in front of a tv.
There was no place for a couch (or chair!). Norm lead me into his bedroom, sat me down on his bed and turned on the tv. We started watching The Chronicles of Narnia on the family channel.
Me – “The Chronicles (what) of Narnia!”
So there we were laying on his bed drinking beer and watching Narnia in his little messy bedroom.
Great first date! I knew at any moment he was going to pop the question. The SEX question.
Norm – “So what did you mean when you said you don’t date?”
Me – “I don’t have time. I want to go back to school. I still need to take the placeme…..”
He cut me off.
Norm – “Oh okay that’s fine. I’m not looking for anything serious. But if you ever want to mess around, I’m here for that.”
Me (sounding like a complete prude) – “I don’t sleep around. I don’t want to gather too many notches on my belt, you know what I mean?”
Norm – “Well the way I look at it, I can die any day. So I want to enjoy life anyway I can.”
Me – “You’re a guy, it’s different for you.”
Norm – “We should enjoy each other, why’s it different? What’s keeping you from it?”
Me – “I look at it as a respect thing for my future husband. I’m saving myself for him.”
Norm – “So you don’t want to have sex until you’re married?’
Me – “No, I don’t mean that.”
What I mean is that I don’t want to sleep with someone I don’t love and more importantly I don’t want to sleep with someone that I just met and now I’m stuck in their cramped little dark bedroom watching The Chronicles of Narnia at 3 pm on a Sunday. Chronicles of Narnia does nothing for my arousal. Talking lions and my loins don’t mix.
Me – “I slept with a lot of people when I was younger. One year it got out of control and I had to tone it down. I didn’t like who I was becoming. I felt like I was being used, and using other’s.” (I wish I had my blog in those days!)
Him – “Well it would be using, but we’re consenting adults.”
Than his demeanor changed to a more aggressive salesman approach. Using all angle’s.
Him – “How do you feel around someone you like – what would attract you to sleep with them?”
Me – “They make me feel warm. I want to be around them always and talk to them. I know it when it happens.” (And this wasn’t it.)
I can’t remember what else he said, but he went on and on. Asking me questions, trying to persuade me. The salesman approach never works on me – if it did work, God help me.
I’m really not that prude, but timing is everything – alcohol is everything when it come’s to me partaking in random sex. I don’t even like to exchange numbers with random dudes let alone bodily fluids. And besides, I had my period. So unless he had some magical device that would allow his little willie to bypass my tampon then I would at least think about it. And I wasn’t about to give this guy a blow job – I didn’t even see any mouthwash in his bathroom.
Sex can be fun with the right person. The three criteria they have to meet is gaining my love, respect and trust. This may be personal to hear, but my body doesn’t respond without these three things – I don’t reach the big O without them. And another very personal thing is that I can only reach the big O when my partner is seconds from it himself – that’s when all the involuntary contractions happen. The tensing up, the clear moment of zen, the body becomes still – fast and then still. It’s a moment of pure love for me.
My last boyfriend knew this about me. He knew that I only orgasmed the same time he did and he hated it. He hated it because he lost his drag – the dryness before the event. He lost his drag during my special moment of love and said that he mind as well start over – that’s how much I messed him up.
I haven’t slept with anyone after sleeping with him. He took away my Love moment, and my desire for random sex with stranger’s – you never know what you’re going to get with them.
Sorry if that was hard for my friends to read. I hate putting really personal stuff like that on here because of the cringing and wincing from my friends reading it. It’s stuff they don’t need to know – or visualize! But anyway, it’s too late and I’m not deleting it.
My next post I’ll try to make silly. Silly and funny are two things I’m most comfortable with.
As far as my date went, Norm told me he wants to hang out with me again and that I’m a cool person. He snuck a kiss from me before I hopped in my car and sped off. Now it shouldn’t be too akward next time I see him, right? I didn’t ignore him like I normally would, I took the time to meet with him. I’m nice goddamn it fuck yeah!
And that was it. That was my non-date. It was very similar to my non-date with the big military man over the summer. The only difference was with the military man, my loins really did kick in and I stopped myself because, well, fuck I didn’t know the guy…And he also had the salesman approach which I find terribly irritating and demeaning for both of us.
Little Miss Muffit sat on her tuffet, not spreading her legs, no way
There came a non-date who wanted to go mate
And frightened Miss Muffit away
Wow I’m lame. I’m going to watch neflix and draw. Ironically I’m drawing this:
- The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe (simontrail.wordpress.com)
- ice crystal passage by puma (dreamiliscious.wordpress.com)