Okay, so I have met quite a few men since and I am going to make a recap for ya...
- OCD Guy (obsessive compulsive disorder)
Was a pretty interesting date, Really! The guy tells me that he eats his hair and that his last girlfriend was Bipolar and that he lives in a hostel for now. At the end of the date he's like: "So do we make out and shit, now?" He was cute and sweet though, kinda felt bad for him...
- The Italian Sailor
He is part of this sailing club and he invited me to work on a boat before him and his team put it to sea. I thought it would be nice to get out of NY for a sunny afternoon! Turns out it was really windy and his dandruff kept blowing in my face and he had condoms falling out of his pockets. So NO
- The Dancing Shoes Dude
First date we went out dancing, fun yummy nice good dancer and some intense kissing: Good Date. Texting next day: good boy. Date Number 2: Movies + Drinks + more talking, less dancing + intense kissing and more at my place hehe. He seemed to really be into me and then I get an email saying that: "you're too cool to be blown off and that he finds himself pulled into another direction..." but I say, cool or not cool, nobody should be blown off!! So glad it did not work out, did not like that attitude!
- The artist
Younger than me (I never do that) local bar date, nothing special here, he was kind of interesting, he does these weird little toy, like human sculptures very delicate and aggressive at the same time: looks like clipped toys to your skin and when you moves your fingers it pulls your skin, humm. A bit weird but in search of something which I find appealing. Anyways, he asked to see me again and I said why not, never herd from him again.
- The Girl
Yes I felt like the man here! Pingpong date. He seriously did not look as good as his pictures, skinny, bad hair, really long nails (iuuu) for work apparently, cause of course lolA pointed that out. We're having a good time and then he got all offended when I got up to play pingpong with some other dude because there was a miss communication on who plays against who: a mixup of names on the board. I did go all the way to Williamsburg, might as well have fun! and then, he starts telling me how bad and ridiculous he felt all alone there and I see him listening to his Ipod, he could of totally gotten up and cheered for me! I lost, of course. A little later, he takes my hand in his hands, they are cold and dry and those nails... I am having a good time, the conversation is good, why not just enjoy the moment without more?! I take my hand away, he says: "Why do I feel you are not interested in me?" - "Well, I am having a good time but I am not attracted to you in that way" - "So you are saying I am ugly?" - "NO, I am having a good time, but I am not interested in dating you." - "Nobody ever told me I was ugly, thought it was because I spoke too much that girls did not want to date me, but ugly?!" - "...." - him: "Please don't take pity on me, okay?" - me: "What? What the Fuck is wrong with you, Jesus?!" and then he insists that we take the subway together?!
- The British (puking guy)
Okay this is a weird, a bit of an embarrassing episode oops!
Ummm so we meet for drinks in my local bar. He is handsome, tall, dark curly hair, confident, music producer, funny and british accent. 1 shot, 2 shots, 2 beers and I am on an empty stomach. He asks me if I would like to have dinner, Yes, that would be nice, I really do need to get some food in my tummy. French restaurant, lots of garlic and a bottle of red. Dinner is over, the owner comes over and gives us an extra glass of red on the house and I'm like no thank you but he insists so okaaaay... I take one sip, the plates are gone, the napkins too and all of a sudden I can feel the saliva coming up in my mouth, I know yes I know I am going to puke! OH GOD NO, Bathroom behind me, can't see if there is a queue but there always is, Garden is closed (still cold), no napkins, what do I do? shit!! So, lolA like a pro, is still sitting down turns around puts her hand on her mouth and has a little come back in her hand which ends up on the floor, turns around and keeps on talking like if nothing ever happened. He's like: "you have something on your chin." hahaha "Oh, it's probably broccoli!" hahaha and now I feel fine, back on tracks! We go for another drink in another bar well I have water. and we start making out. HOT. Time to go, in front of subway, I politely decline his invitation to Fuck me and say we'll see next time. Next day we text each other: "btw did you throw up in that french place?" hahaha "umm, almost yes" We chatted a bit online but never saw him again, did bail on him one night.
- The Lawyer
Well, we already dated in the past and we were getting closer lately. This one night I end up at his place: Movie & Chinese. I sleep over and all I will say because I really do care for him very much, is that, NO really NO, there is NO way it could work out, now I know for sure it was not a mistake when we broke up.
- Tiny
So I met this guy online, again... sweet intelligent cute. We do go on a couple of dates, more than one oulalala and no sex, good girl! He is a gentleman always makes sure I get home safe etc.. We've kissed, but the kissing is humm: can you just stop putting your tongue down my throat like that and twisting my tongue over and over again, give me some lips please, I'm getting sore here!! He is a nice guy and I do believe that, that can be worked on. So finally it's time! you know time to get naked!! We're at my place, we start making out, top off, bottom off, I go down to check out the package and lolA out of nowhere, yells out loud,(yes, I did have some alcohol in my system): "It's TINY" Oh My God, I was mortified, how could I say that out loud, geez I felt horrible for the next 3 days, he kinda laughed and said "what?" and to make it worst, I'm like: "I really like you so don't be self aware of it, it's okay, it doesn't matter and you are a really good kisser." OH God lolA! Thank god he had to go home!! Next date, I am kinda worried and insecure and hoping that I was really drunk and that it actually is not that small, well... it is. So yes, SIZE MATTERS, sorry guys, it does, especially if you have bad hands and a bad tongue (my clit was sore the next morning and I'm not talking about the "good sore"). I don't know what to do with it? I'm scared to hurt it!! How the hell can we put a condom on that, it will never stay?! So we both fall asleep with no sex. Next morning, we try again, fiiiinaly dunno how, but with extensive muscle working down there he is in! YES! I don't feel a thing. How do I know? cause 2 minutes later he came. The end of the story is that well, that was that. I felt so lame and superficial, not wanting to go further just because of the size of his cock, but hey, what can I do?!
Okay, my dears, on this note I will let you consider how lucky you are and "please don't you dare take pity on me!!!" ;-)
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