Luck of the Irish, Indeed! (Friday)

Oh boy…and I thought the weekend I had before St. Patrick’s day was a busy one.

Friday night I decided to go out with one of my old roommates, Whit. She had recently turned 21 but had yet to explore what downtown had to offer. Whit is also the same roommate who cautioned me when it came to C. Even though she is 3 years younger than me, she is very mature and a total blast to be around.

We started at the brewery. We had a few beers on the back patio before heading over to a nearby high gravity bar. On the way out we passed the Waiter and he gave me a sly smile. Whit hit me in the backside with her bag as we got to the door.

“Who was that?”

“The Waiter…”

“So which one was Josh?”

This was a reoccurring conversation that we had throughout the night. At the high gravity bar we ran into one of the guys I play in summer rec league with. He is too pretty for his own good and at that point, too drunk as well. He hung onto me for the hour that we were there before I attached him to his equally cute friend and we meandered out the door.

Our final stop was a pub near my house. We settled into a booth with our beers and started chatting about her plans for spring break and my need of a new career. Mid-sentence a guy walked up to our table and slid into the booth beside me. He played with one of the cheesy table games that had been left by the prior patrons and tried to make small talk. I had zero interest and Whit was thoroughly freaked out. She excused herself to go to the restroom while I tried to be as rude as possible to get him to leave. What is the easiest way to be rude? Pulling out a cell phone of course! I started texting everyone that I thought might be hanging on to consciousness at that point.

The first response I received was from C.

“What’s up”

I froze for a second. He and I hadn’t really talked lately. Our last real interaction was the last time he came over to my place back in October.

“Hanging out with Whit. Haven’t seen her in a while”

“Sounds cool”

“Yep. You should come over. We haven’t really gotten to hangout”

“I could possibly come have a drink or two”

Without hesitation I downed my beer and kicked Whit under the table. She followed suit and we announced to the intruder that we had to leave. I explained the situation to her in the car on the way back to her house. She doesn’t try to caution me anymore. Instead she laughs and tells me to have fun. I love that about her, she has learned me well.

I sped back to my place and let the dog out before speed cleaning my room and lighting a candle or two. (Yes, candles. I like them.)

C. arrived a few minutes later and I put on music and we curled up on my bed and made small talk like we usually do. As the songs changed The Shins graced out ears and we raved about Garden State. After a little pleading from C., I dug the movie out and put in it.

We made it to the scene where Zach Braff takes Natalie Portman to his friend’s mansion and they have to dodge the arrow he’s shot in the air. C. had been kissing my forehead between sentences and rubbing the small of my back and it was driving me crazy.

He rolled on top of me and fell on my lips hard. I had missed those lips so much more than I am really comfortable admitting. I pushed him back onto his back and pulled off my tshirt. Thank God I took the time to put on a cute bra today.

“Wow M.”

“What?”

“You look really great.”

He noticed! Damn right he better have noticed! I’ve lost 21 lbs. since the last time he had been in my bed and for my confidence that made a world of difference.

I pulled his jeans and boxers off and took him into my mouth. Now please understand, I like giving head. I really do! But with C. there is just something about the way that he fits in my mouth. He’s not huge by any means, but if there is a perfect size for every girl, he is the perfect size for me.

He stopped me and pulled me to kiss him as he flipped me onto my back. It was pure bliss. Bliss that I got to enjoy twice! And the last time I was even on top for a bit. Something that I wouldn’t have enjoyed prior to losing some of this weight.

We laid tangled up in the sheets for a few hours drifting in and out of sleep. He had his arm around my waist and kept me pulled close to him. Eventually he released me and got up to leave.

“It’s 6 am. Where are you going?”

“I have to get back to the house before anyone wakes up.”

Fucking K.

I know I can’t really be upset. I’m the one who decided to sleep with his roommate. At the same time though, I wish he would find another girl so I would have the opportunity to enjoy C. more often.

I walked C. to the door and kissed him goodbye before returning to my bed and falling into the best sleep I’ve had in months.

I’ve been a busy little bee.

Let’s get one thing straight–I, by no means am a man-eater/bombshell. I’m a rather short (5′ 2″) and curvy individual. The curves have only gotten more accentuated since I started running. 17 lbs and quite a few inches down, yet my bra size hasn’t changed except from going from a 36D to a 34D which has done absolutely nothing to make running more comfortable. But I digress. So, like I was saying, I’m not all that and a bag of chips. I guess I can pull off the sexy vibe better with the tits though, so that’s a plus.

Date #1 – Josh

I met Josh online, the same way I met GS. He isn’t much taller than me and I thanked God I had decided to wear boots and not wedges when I went to meet him. I met him at a little gastropub not far from my house Friday night. He was very polite and obviously quite nervous. We mostly talked about what we did now and what we hoped to do in the future. He works with special needs students and wants to teach so at least he’s on the right track there. After a few drinks there, I took him to my favorite little hole in the wall. A small hotel bar that you have to know of its existence or you’ll never find it. He loved it. They always do. We walked back through downtown and parted ways to go to our respective cars. He texted me once I arrived home and said the he had a great time and that we should go out again the following weekend for St. Patrick’s Day.

Saturday Breakfast – GS

GS had just returned from a school trip the night prior and was exhausted. I managed to get him out of bed with the lure of breakfast at our favorite downtown diner. He brought me back a cute little snow globe which is still currently sitting in paper on my dresser. (I’ll put it up somewhere eventually).  After breakfast we headed to the parking garage to claim our cars and part ways. Before I could get my keys out of my bag he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him for a kiss. I could feel his erection pressed against my stomach as he pushed me back towards his car.

“You should come over for a bit.” I mumbled an “Ok” between kisses and went to find my car so I could follow him home. It took us 10 minutes to get there and 10 second to get naked and in his bed. The sex was good but didn’t last long. Apparently he had missed me.

Date #2 – The Waiter

As Saturday night rolled around I was getting ready for another date with another new boy. I met the Waiter at one of my favorite downtown drinking spots when I wasn’t even really there to drink. I had gone with my roommate to meet her boyfriend and grab a quick bite to eat. He was cute and I hadn’t seen him before. Turns out he works there more than I thought, but I wasn’t really thinking at the time. Oh well. I left him my number and that was that.

I met him at a high gravity bar downtown and we chatted over a few beers. He wasn’t nearly as shy as Josh and seemed to be more outgoing. Thick brown hair and hairy arms (which I hope means a hairy chest). He used to be in the Air Force and was planning to go back to school to get into geology. I found myself more attracted to him than Josh but he was much harder to read. We parted ways two hours later when he announced he needed to go meet his friends at another bar and said if I was still out later we might run into each other again. I didn’t stay out though. I went straight home and crashed because I was exhausted. Between 2 dates and sexy-breakfast time with GS, I desperately needed sleep.

Now I’m off to go see GS and have whatever it is he’s made for dinner and possibly meet Josh for a beer after. Sunday Fun-day indeed!

 

 

Spring is in the air.

Well sort of.
It’s the warmest day we’ve had in a while and I’m taking advantage of it.
I’m wearing shorts, getting a pedicure and then I’m going to attempt to find a new pair of softball cleats.
Sadly there isn’t an old Korean lady singing Christmas carols to me like the last time I was here.
Oh and I’ll be updating you guys on both of my dates I had this weekend later on today.

#10 – A.

I’ve known A. since I was a freshman in college. We had a mutual friend who introduced us at lunch and we’ve been hanging out ever since. He’s a year older than me. Tall, broad shoulders, athletic. He didn’t have the beard that I am so consistently attracted to, but he did have an ever-present scruff. We were close in college but nothing ever happened between us. After we both graduated, we ended up working at the same company. He was the only person there that I really knew so that just made us closer. A. knew more about my personal life than almost anyone at that point. He even knew about X., all my problems with K., with my friends and with my family. He knew every detail about my relationship with X., and yet he didn’t judge me once for it.

I had always been attracted to A., but I never acted on it. We were just friends. Sure, there were a few drunks texts that were exchanged after we first started working together, but no real movement towards anything more than our friendship.

One night a slightly drunk A. was home alone. It took very little persuasion from him to get me out of my bed and into his. Sex was not the plan. A little making out. Maybe a little fooling around. But the sex was off script. He had drunkenly told me he could last a long time and holy hell was he right!

I went down on him for what seemed like an eternity. He was bigger than I had expected. The sex was good and long. I felt like I had run a marathon by the time he came.

I spent the night and the next morning we had a chat that mostly consisted of telling each other that “this had better not fuck up our friendship”. We agreed that it wouldn’t and that last night wouldn’t happen again. Not even five minutes later he was on top of me. He didn’t last nearly as long as the first time but it wasn’t any less fantastic.

The best part is that we’re still friends. We still have lunch. I still tell him every detail of my love life. And we still, on occasion , exchange a few dirty texts. We have slept together once since then but nothing as of late.

Under the weather and under the covers.

Last night I decided to stay in with GS. Not because I would have rather been with him, but because I’ve been sick the past few days and he had soup and a back massage waiting for me. We watched Pulp Fiction, ate Chinese takeout and I took a nice long bath. 

I texted the Waiter and let him know I wouldn’t be making it out and got no reply. After than GS and I headed to bed. He was far more touchy than normal. I had complained in the past about how I didn’t like being the one to initiate sex all the time. Well I got my wish. It would have been nice if I hadn’t felt like shit the whole time though.

To be honest, GS is good in bed. But he is not great. Part of me wishes that I had felt better and gone out to see the Waiter, but I’ve probably missed that chance now. I sent the Waiter a text a little while ago to see if he wanted to grab a beer but he said that he had friends coming in for a few days and they were getting in tonight. I supposed I’ll try again next weekend if he hasn’t decided I’m a total flake. However, next weekend might be a little busy. 

I already have a date set up with a guy I met online. I’m meeting him for drinks at a pub near my house and then we’re going from there.

Looks like I’ll have plenty of distractions while GS is on his trip with school. 

Out of my comfort zone.

I couldn’t have been more angry with GS than I was Monday night. He talked me into going on a Fun Run with about 70 other people. I have mentioned before that I am losing weight, but I still have a ways to go before I feel comfortable in my skin outside of my bedroom. I felt like the heaviest girl there by a good 100 lbs., which honestly was far from the case, but my head has an odd way of seeing things. One of my roommates decided to join along and it was the 3 of us.

As the run started I felt completely fine. GS and I had done a similar run only 2 days before and I made it the whole 3.5 miles. About 15 minutes in my knee started killing me. I had told GS and my roommate that it felt funny before we took off but I didn’t think anything of it because I have ran when I’ve hurt worse. Not even 5 minutes into the run GS was a good 1/10th of a mile ahead of my roommate and I. When my knee flared up I told her to go ahead and go ahead and I would catch up. I slowed to a walk but the pain was still there.

A few minutes later I look around and I’m in a huge subdivision near the river in the dark. I was lost. I didn’t see a single other person in that huge group of 70+ that we started with. I’m a slow runner in the first place and not to mention the fact that roommie and I started in the back. I was terrified. And hurting. And on my period to just top it all of. So what do I do? Keeping walking in the dark all while crying and blubbering to myself that I was going to kick GS’s ass when I found him. Eventually I found a familiar road and followed it back to the market we left from. I only had to wait a few minutes before GS ran in and my roommate was a few minutes behind him. 

I let him have it. And then he let me have it about how I was overreacting. 

I’m sorry. Overreacting? I was wandering around in the dark all by myself for a good 30 minutes. I do not think for a second that I was overreacting. The whole reason I was there was to run with him and he ran off and left me and didn’t look back once. Urgh! If I was a more violent person, I probably would’ve punched him.

Well as it always does, we worked things out. It only took a roll of sushi and a beer but we got the situation under control on Thursday. Part of me actually regrets it now though. I mean I sit here and bellyache about how awful I feel when I’m with him yet I do nothing about it. I had an opportunity to let that lie and I didn’t. But that’s enough of that…we’re going to move on to my latest irrational decision.

Have you even been at a bar or a restaurant and had a really cute waiter or bartender and thought, ‘Can I have a to-go box for you?’

On Wednesday I went out my friend and her boyfriend after she got off work. I had just left the gym so my grungy ass sat at that table in my running shorts and a baggy t-shirt looking like I had just ran from a pack of wild dogs. 

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of our server. He had dark brown hair a nice scruffiness going on. Honestly he reminded be a bit of C.. (I know, bad news.)  Every once in a while he would pass and ask us if we needed anything. Sometimes he would linger and chat. As we got our checks and were getting ready to leave I did something I haven’t ever done before. I left my number on the receipt along with little note mentioning that I thought he was a rather attractive individual.

My friend thought I was a crazy person. Hell, so did I. 

But, to my surprise, as I was halfway into dreamland my phone buzzed with a text from a number I didn’t recognize.

“M., I don’t normally do this but I just wanted to let you know that the note you left made my night. – Your Waiter”

Holy. Fucking. Shit. You’ve got to be kidding me! I got a reply from that guy looking the way that I did? Damn.

That was Wednesday night. And he wants to get a drink with me tonight. The problem now is that I also have plans to hangout with GS before he’s gone for a week on a trip with school. There is also the fact that I’m sick and don’t feel like doing anything with anybody. 

Decisions, decisions. Any advice is appreciated.

A little reminder of C.

As desperately as I would like to be out of this situation with GS, sometimes it is nice to have him around. I celebrated my birthday recently and birthday sex is always appreciated. But this past week was not as kosher as it should have been. All went well for my birthday and GS took me out for dinner the day after. The weird part came Friday night. I was at GS’s house as usual and, as usual, I turned my phone on silent when we sent to sleep. I do this because I get a decent number of emails in the morning and the sound annoys him.

Saturday morning I woke up as GS was getting up to take a shower. I roll over to check my phone and what do I see? I have a missed call from C. at 4:45 am. Now I never got around to telling you about C., so I’m going to break it down for you.

C. plagued my thoughts for months last year. And my bed a good number of nights as well. He was hands down the best sex I’ve ever had. The worst part of this is that he is K.’s roommate. I met him at K.’s house when he first moved in and told my friend who was with me that I was instantly attracted to him. She rebuked me saying it was a bad idea. And it totally was! I should never have gone that far!–but I wouldn’t take it back for a second.

The second time I saw C. was the night that set it all in motion. I went to dinner with K., C. and another friend. We returned to their house and put on a movie. We also got out the vodka. An hour later it was K., C., and I and half a bottle of vodka left. The more K. drank, the more touchy he got. He came and sat on the floor between the couch I was on and the chair C. was in. I could tell he was bothered by the amount of talking that C. and I were doing. But I didn’t care. C. was so interesting and we had so much in common. Eventually I sent K. to bed because he was falling asleep on the floor. C. and I made a Taco Bell run and returned to the house to watch another movie. We made it through the movie but I don’t remember a second of it. We moved to his room to listen to music and talk. But not before K. interrupted. During the second movie, my phone went off with a text from none other that K.

“Please don’t fuck C.I still like you to much to see you with anybody else. Not that I think you would but I am worried. I promise I will be a gentleman in you join me in bed.” (I did not correct the grammar, but I wanted to.)

At that point I showed C. my phone. It might not have been the best decision but I felt like he needed to know. I explained to the best of my ability the past I had with K. and he understood.

For the rest of the night we listened to music and talked. I finally looked at my phone again and it was 7 am. 7 fucking am! I haven’t stayed up all night in a long time. It was at that point that I realized I had to be at work at 8:30 and I still had Vodka running through my veins from our night and morning of drinking. I called in sick to work and C. and I went to watch the storm.

Out in their sun room we sat on the concrete floor. C. put his arm around me and I snuggled up in his side. I couldn’t have been more content. We chatted here and there but we were both just happy to be holding someone.

“Hey…” is all he said to get me to look up. Then he kissed me. And in that moment I knew it was perfect. The rain outside and the thunder in my body couldn’t have felt more right.

Around 9 am we decided to head over to my house. I was in desperate need of a shower and he needed to finish moving things from that side of town so he drove and we left my car there. At my house I showered then took the dog out while C. showered as well. He came out of my bathroom in  his jeans and no shirt. I thought I was going to faint. We decided that it would be a good idea to take a nap since we were running on no sleep. Yeah…”nap”….

Within a few minutes we were kissing again. Then hands started roaming. In the back of my head, I could see K.’s text. I really couldn’t have cared less. What few clothes we had on post shower came off. He hover over me and asked me if I was sure I wanted this.

“Absolutely.”

That one word from me spurred the next 3 hours of passionate and desperate sex. He hadn’t been with anyone since his ex-fiance over a year prior. It had been far less time for me. But I didn’t want it any less that he did.

I finally emerged from my room and came face to face with my roommate and the same friend that was with my the night I met C. She asked if I could give her a ride to class. I had to inform her that I didn’t have my car and that I was able to be home without a car is because C. drove us there. The look on her face was priceless.

I had about 3 missed calls and a few texts from K. when I checked my phone. C. and I decided to get breakfast and then return to his house.

There is a lot more to the story of C., but that is all I can get to at the moment. I just thought since I was reminded of him Saturday morning I should share it with you all. I hope it isn’t too much of a cliff hanger.

I’m changing things up.

As important as I feel it is for me to catch you all up on my past relationship in order for you to understand in some way what is going through my head sometimes, I’ve realized that I don’t have the motivation to actually keep at posting these past stories. I think it might be because they are about people who aren’t currently playing a part in my life. 

So instead of focusing on the past, I’m going to focus on the here and now. If I get bored, I’ll feel you guys in on some of the others that I have mentioned before.

Well let’s get started, shall we?

 

GS is still around. Yes, the one I mentioned in my last post a few months ago. We’re still hanging out. Not dating. He made it very clear that he did not want a relationship with me. And honestly, I don’t see myself with him in the long run. But for now, he’s good to have around and in bed.

The biggest problem I’ve been facing with him is the fact that, although we are exclusive sexually, we decided that since we didn’t want to date each other, we could still date other people. At times I like it. It’s nice to still be able to go out on dates and flirt with guys at the bar. However, it’s still tough to be with GS when he gets a text from another girl. 

There is one in particular that has stuck around for a month and I’m starting to get concerned. I don’t know why. I knew this would happen to one of us eventually, but I’m not ready for that yet. He told me who she was and but that they friend-zoned each other. He still meets her weekly for dinner or trivia and runs with her on occasion. It’s basically the same relationship he has with me minus the sex. Well, at least I think it’s minus the sex. 

What am I supposed to do about this? Asking him point blank if he’s screwing her is intrusive and I don’t want him to think I don’t trust him, but I don’t. It would be ridiculous for me to tell him that I’m upset about it. I only know about them hanging out because I catch glimpses of his phone and see things that I don’t want to see. 

At this point the best solution I can come up with is to get out of this situation. The good news is that I have lost quite a bit of weight. I started a gym membership in December and I’ve started running quite a bit. So far I’ve lost 15 lbs. Which might not seem like much to some people, but when you are petite and curvy it does. The big boobs and hips are still sticking around though. So at least I still have those.

The little things…

Right now there is nothing better to me, than sitting here, getting a pedicure, with the sweetest Korean lady singing along in Korean to the instrumental Christmas carols that are playing.

No matter how shitty things may get with the men in my life, the little things like a good pedicure or a strong whiskey will always lift my spirit.

#9 – X.

First off, I want to apologize for my disappearance for the past few months. Between work & GS (yes, there is another) I haven’t had enough free time to spare. But I promise going forward I will not let this sit on the back burner too long.

X. and I met at work. He worked in the IT department and was a face I hadn’t seen before. He was making his rounds and updating computers one night while I was working late. We made small talk and he cracked a few jokes. He kept passing by my desk and would stop each time for a few minutes. He wasn’t a few inches taller than me with broad shoulders, thick brown hair and a beard.

We exchanged emails for a few days and then texts for a few days after that before he suggested we hangout after work one night. I went over to his apartment to watch a movie. I liked him. He had a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor and a good taste in movies. Halfway through the movie he asked if he could kiss me. I didn’t object. He had soft lips and his beard was rough against my face. He pressed harder onto me and I resisted. I wanted more than just a hook-up. I told him to slow down and he did.

He didn’t want what I did, though. And I stupidly settled. Over the course of the next 6 months it was week after week of making out and blow jobs. It took what seemed like an eternity for us to have sex because X.’s philosophy on that was different than mine. He said he only slept with people he was in a relationship with. I obviously did not fall under that category nor did I prescribe to that philosophy.

When he finally came around the experience was lackluster. I expected more. I hoped for more. I spent a total of 9 months or so with X. and during that time he teased and taunted my heart. He always wanted to hangout but only until he got his blow job and then he was ready for bed and I wasn’t wanted there. I address this problem with him and that was when we finally had sex. It was his way of appeasing me and keeping me around.

I cut ties with X. about 6 months ago. The last time we hung out he did everything in his power to get me into bed short of getting on his knees. I wouldn’t even kiss him. I had never been so proud of myself. May 12, 2012 was when M. grew some lady balls!

Over the next 3 months that followed he repeatedly tried to fix things and constantly questioned why I chose to shut him out. It was scarily satisfying turning him down over and over after the way he treated me. Sometimes it’s nice to have the ball in your court with no intention of throwing it over.