'Women r stupid, manipulative and unpredictable creatures sent from the fires of hell to distrupt my perfect life... Except you. You are my friend. You are like a terminator. You look like one of them but you are normal.'
That is a direct quote from my friend G-string. It gave me the biggest laugh in a long time! Now onto more serious topics, I told you I'd tell you about the last two guys I was seeing so here I am.
The first guy, let's call him Number Three, is/was studying to be a massage therapist. I met him in my usual way of online dating. I'd added him on the dating site many months before I met him. After I spoke to him I had come to the conclusion he was needy and too apologetic. I could't log on without him saying hello and after a few seconds of not replying he would be apologising for bothering me. Have some balls man!
But after months of trying not to talk to this needy guy I ended up sooking to him after it became apparent to me that things were never going to go anywhere with Willow. During those few months of not talking to him he seemed to have normalised a bit, or maybe I was just lonely. But after another week of chatting we agreed to meet. We agreed to met a few blocks from my place, as I was walking there I could see him waiting outside the hotel. I don't know whey (except that I'm a wuss) but I kind of ducked out of site and hid until I decided to suck it up and go meet the guy. We walked to the movies, talking a bit on the way. We went and saw The Avengers and by golly it was an awesome movie!
By the time the movie had finished we had relaxed more and we walked back to my place where we watched a couple of movies. As it came around to 1am, Number Three said it was probably time for him to leave. Looking at him* I replied 'Or' and then I kissed him. Let me stop here and point something out, this was the first physical contact of a sexual nature the guy'd had in two years. It didn't take much to make him excited that's for sure!
Unfortunately for me, Number Three turned out to be a bit of a good boy. Despite my best encouragement tactics I could barely entice him to feel my breasts and there was no chance I was going to be loosing any clothes that night.
I ended up straddling him, kissing him and feeling his cock. At first I only teased, slipping my hand just under the waistband of his jeans. Eventually though I gave in and started stroking him. I just couldn't resist! As I stroked him I seriously thought that he was going to cum in his pants. Number Three was just sitting there, leaning back, eyes shut with a big smile on his face. Every now and then Number Three would fight against me, pushing me back and trying to hold me still. He would eventually let me win though and I would resume playing with him.
After he left that night there continued to be a lot of texting going on between us. I of course wanted to see him again but he was busy was study and din't know when he would be free. I was cool with that so I didn't push the issue.
On the Friday night a week after we had first met I was texting him as usual. At one point in the conversatinon I asked Number Three if he was scared of seeing me again and he said that I was. I was a little sad about this I will admit. Not ten minutes after I heard a knowck at my door. Expecting my sister I opened the door without bra and wearing my flannelette pyjamas.
It wasn't my sister, it was Number Three. I told him to wait there, slammed the door shut and quickly ran inside to put some decent clothes on before letting Number Three in. He could't stay long as he was meeting his sister and her boyfriend for dinner. Sitting on the couch we started watching an episode of The Big Bang Theory. After maybe ten minutes, I looked at him and told him there was no way I could behave. I leaned over and kissed him.
After kissing for a very short while he began wrestling me away again. It was actually kinda fun. We did this until it was time for him to leave, alternating a little bit of kissing with play fighting.
I was ridiculously happy that night, no guy had ever been nice to pay me a surprise visit before. I loved it!
Sadly, as you no doubt have already realised, this doesn't have a happy ending. Number Three led me on for several weeks after that. We'd make dates, only for him to cancel at the last minute. He'd have to take his cousin home or help his sister with something. These activities always finished early in the evening but instead of reinstating ou arrangements I'd always receive the reply of 'I'm too tired' or 'I just want to relax tonight'.
I didn't want to, but in the end I gave up. This was a guy who insisted he really liked me before and after we first met but then he went cold. I thought he was just busy, since he was still 'trying' to meet with me. I finally gave up though when his absence in the middle of one of our conversations. I 'yelled' at him via chat and eventually received a reply back asking 'Why are you angry with me? I'm talking to someone I really like! Should I just stop talking to them'?
I didn't say anything back then. I just gave up. Up until that moment I had thought the person he really liked was me.