Friday, April 23, 2010
So the date started out nice. We ate at P.F. Chang’s, and had a few drinks. I had an Appletini, and he had his beer.
My date’s name was Alex. He is a nice (white) guy, a lot simpler and less feminine than my recent encounters. Actually, he’s a very manly man. But he dressed pretty humble and he didn’t make me look crazy to be with at all. He was handsome, but one of his eye-lids were a little crazy. I stared at that for a full 20 minutes.
He had a few too many beers and got drunk. He started getting grabby and a bit loud. I tried to control him but he was just talking too much, so we had to get to-go boxes and take a walk.
We walked around a bit, and he sobered up and he put his arm around me and said a lot of nasty things to me. He was whispering in my ear and biting my cartilage and I just kept pushing him away. He kept telling me I was cute and then tickling me in my arm pit.
I was honestly getting a little annoyed, so I told him to leave me alone and he did. But then he started holding my hand and rubbing it. My hands were dry so they were a bit smooth. He kept asking if I put lotion on it, and I told him ” No! They’re dry see!” and I started writing my name with my finger nail on my hand. We were laughing hard at that. People thought we were crazy.
So then we get tired of hanging out at the shopping center and we go to his car. He starts making out with me out of no where and he gives me a hicckie! I freak out and tell him we should just go to his house and so we leave to go there.
When we get there, he was just aggressive. He kept pushing me up against the walls, going at it. It was kinda gross because he had a chicken stuck in his teeth and it got in my mouth.
That and he kept shoving his tongue down my throat like there was no tomorrow. I literally just had to stand there with my mouth open and he would do all the work. Gross.
But then he started pushing me to his room, I playfully resist, it was fun to play around like that, but eventually he knocks me into the door way and boom, we’re on his bed.
So things heat up, pelvic thrusts are in motion, he’s trying to make more hickies, and we’re ready to do the nasty and BAM, his mom starts calling his phone. We look over to the phone and think maybe she’ll leave a message, But no she calls the house phone, and then the cell phone and then the house phone and then the cell phone again. We were both thinking “when will this bitch let up!” so I told him to answer the phone, and he ended up on the phone for a half an hour. I was playing Streets of Rage on my phone the whole time and got up to level 6.
When he came back, we tried to get into the mood again, but sad part was, he couldn’t get it up. And I was already sort of just laying there bored, and totally not in the mood any more. So we put our clothes back on and ended up watching youtube videos on my phone while laying in bed.
I ended up kind of sleeping over at his place. I left at around 4, I needed to get back home or I would turn into Pumpkin, JUST KIDDING.
No I had things to do and I needed to be back home. So I left, he was trying to chase after me to steal a kiss.
And that was the date. It wasn’t so bad. He was really nice to me and really courteous (most of the time).
We’ll see how round two goes.
My date’s name was Alex. He is a nice (white) guy, a lot simpler and less feminine than my recent encounters. Actually, he’s a very manly man. But he dressed pretty humble and he didn’t make me look crazy to be with at all. He was handsome, but one of his eye-lids were a little crazy. I stared at that for a full 20 minutes.
He had a few too many beers and got drunk. He started getting grabby and a bit loud. I tried to control him but he was just talking too much, so we had to get to-go boxes and take a walk.
We walked around a bit, and he sobered up and he put his arm around me and said a lot of nasty things to me. He was whispering in my ear and biting my cartilage and I just kept pushing him away. He kept telling me I was cute and then tickling me in my arm pit.
I was honestly getting a little annoyed, so I told him to leave me alone and he did. But then he started holding my hand and rubbing it. My hands were dry so they were a bit smooth. He kept asking if I put lotion on it, and I told him ” No! They’re dry see!” and I started writing my name with my finger nail on my hand. We were laughing hard at that. People thought we were crazy.
So then we get tired of hanging out at the shopping center and we go to his car. He starts making out with me out of no where and he gives me a hicckie! I freak out and tell him we should just go to his house and so we leave to go there.
When we get there, he was just aggressive. He kept pushing me up against the walls, going at it. It was kinda gross because he had a chicken stuck in his teeth and it got in my mouth.
That and he kept shoving his tongue down my throat like there was no tomorrow. I literally just had to stand there with my mouth open and he would do all the work. Gross.
But then he started pushing me to his room, I playfully resist, it was fun to play around like that, but eventually he knocks me into the door way and boom, we’re on his bed.
So things heat up, pelvic thrusts are in motion, he’s trying to make more hickies, and we’re ready to do the nasty and BAM, his mom starts calling his phone. We look over to the phone and think maybe she’ll leave a message, But no she calls the house phone, and then the cell phone and then the house phone and then the cell phone again. We were both thinking “when will this bitch let up!” so I told him to answer the phone, and he ended up on the phone for a half an hour. I was playing Streets of Rage on my phone the whole time and got up to level 6.
When he came back, we tried to get into the mood again, but sad part was, he couldn’t get it up. And I was already sort of just laying there bored, and totally not in the mood any more. So we put our clothes back on and ended up watching youtube videos on my phone while laying in bed.
I ended up kind of sleeping over at his place. I left at around 4, I needed to get back home or I would turn into Pumpkin, JUST KIDDING.
No I had things to do and I needed to be back home. So I left, he was trying to chase after me to steal a kiss.
And that was the date. It wasn’t so bad. He was really nice to me and really courteous (most of the time).
We’ll see how round two goes.
pretty fast for a first date..
gettin drunk, hickies, pelvic thrustin? (o.O)
u kinda put me off with the whole "chicken" thing (>.<)
i thnk he just needs to sober up and be tamed by you LOL.
importantly is whether or not u felt comfortable bein around him.
This is a great example of why people should always carry floss with them.
Actually I don't carry floss with me all the time. But I have some in my car, and at me desk at work.
Sounds like it was nice. The bit about standing against the wall with your mouth open was weird. What is he, a dentist? Apparently not - or he would have had floss in his pocket and the whole chicken swapping thing never would have happened.
Too bad his mom cock blocked.
Did you sleep in the same bed? Cuddling and all? That would be sweet.
-nl