I’m still sort of in the air on this one. I think.
I met Billy on one of the bear sites, and we hit it off. He’s 25, skinny but muscle-y, probably 5’8” or 5’9”. Domincan, but light for a Dominican. Cute-ish, but not especially attractive.
We met for the first time on some afternoon a few weeks back that we both had off. We went to a Thai restaurant, he payed. Hug goodbye.
The second time we went out, it was to Dave & Busters - yeah, I’m not kidding. It was sort of fun, though. I hinted that I was expecting a big teddy bear or something at the end of the night, but when we left, he was like “Let’s not cash our tickets in yet, we can just put it on the little card and come back later.” …Losing points.
After, we went to some Colombian (or Ecuadorian?) restaurant and got more drinks and a little food. It was three blocks away, so he walked me to my apartment.
I (sort of jokingly) told him that I am an angel and it takes a while for me to do anything sexual with a guy. Which was hard for him, because he is… very sexual. Like, sitting and talking, or watching a movie… very sexual. This was sort of an immediate red flag, I learned when we first started talking. I mean… as you, reader, can probably tell, I have sex with different guys with some frequency, but honestly.. I just like to cuddle and kiss. That’s all I really want out of life. Somebody cute and sweet to lay in my arms, watch movies with.. all that old person crap. When Billy tells me he likes to have sex (with a boyfriend) every day… woof. Too much.
Anyways, on the way to my place, I tell him he should come up if he wants to watch a movie - “but JUST a movie” I say, nearly winking. Well, of course he’s down with that.
We get upstairs. He doesn’t want to watch a movie in the living room, of course. “What if your roommate wakes up?” ..It’s like 4 AM by this point. So we go to my bedroom and turn Carrie on. I kid you not. It’s been a really bizarre night. I lay on the bed, he lay next to me. I get up to put my glasses on my desk, and I come back and his arm is magically across the pillow, right under my neck. “Smooth” He pulled me in so my head was resting on his shoulder, my hand across his chest.
I think it took all of five minutes for him to jump on me. No, I’m saying this as if he’s a predator. I mean, I was sort of looking for it - if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have invited him up. He was an interesting kisser. I’m not sure if I liked it or not. But we were clothes-less pretty fast. We were making out with a lot of touching, grinding, groping, all that jazz. It went on for a long time. To be honest, I can’t fully remember all the details. This post is about two weeks late (sorry), and I was quite inebriated. I just remember that it was going on for too long - I was tired, and my balls were bluer than the night sky. Literally, in pain. I needed to shoot. So he got off, I got off. He went to the bathroom to clean up while I cleaned myself up on the bed.
When he got back, I expected him to get back in bed with me, but he started putting his clothes on.
It was like 7 in the morning. The sun was out. I was tired. I wanted to sleep.
"Are you leaving?"
"Yeah, I should probably go home."
So he left. We’ve been texting infrequently since. I feel like it was just not the sort of thing I’m looking for. It’s nice to be with someone close to my age who likes to go out, can feasibly fit in with my friends, etc., but.. it just didn’t feel right.
He texted me yesterday, I didn’t reply.