On Thursday night, I met Tom at a museum for drinks. We had a nice chat but time seemed to drag. We had similar taste in movies and music, but no connection and he smoked. I want to date a non-smoker. The movie was great though, then he walked me to the bus and waited with me until it arrived. He inquired about my schedule for the weekend and next week. My scheduled was packed. We parted ways.
On Friday morning, Doug met me at a coffee shop by my work. He apologized for the scheduling hassle the day before. He was pretty hot for an old dude with kids. Old dude...he was younger than me. Construction worker type. I engaged in and enjoyed our conversation. He picked my brain about my research on gangs and sex offenders, we chatted about music from our youth, etc., but I didn't feel any connection. He suggested I visit him in Tacoma, but I'm not interested in commuting for dates. Humm. Interesting, because that wouldn't have dissuaded me in the past. At the end of our date, he asked me to drag a pig, text the image to him, and then Google "draw a pig." When did "Google" become synonymous for "do a search on the internet?" Anyway, I did as he asked. I recommend you do it too. Draw a pig. Then Google "draw a pig." It's fun! Doug was concerned about the length of my pig's tail. You'll see why. But draw it first, cheater.
On Friday night, Adam Number Two text messaged me a lot then suggested we get together that night. We'd been texting for over a week, and I was tired of having a texting penpal. He didn't have any plans and was looking for something to do. Why not? What time and where? He wasn't sure but would let me know by 10pm when he figured out what he wanted to do. I found myself speeding along Bitch Road again. I explained that "I don't wait around for men," wished him a good night, and requested he not contact me again. We had wonderful thunder storms that night, during which I had sex dreams of Mark (Nephew's 27 year old friend who I fucked the weekend before). Adam Pink Tie contacted me again and wanted to hook up; I asked him to not contact me again. Then there was Brain, the shy guy who texted with me then faded away, only to text me again a week later with the same initial pick up line; I reminded him that we communicated before and I wasn't interested in communicating with him again. There were other men with whom I communicated but never met, but I'm finishing this post in May 2014, too late after the events. Perhaps that I don't remember anything glaring is a good thing. And that concluded the first phase of my dating experiments from August 1 to August 9, 2013. An interesting summer indeed. On Saturday I was glad to be done with this part of my experiment. I journaled about these dates, worked on my dissertation, then hung out with Ethan. We watched a movie and he gave my breasts a massage. Man, what was up with this dude? Was he hitting on me? Was I clueless? Were we both clueless?
I joined another dating site and had another round of dating experiments a few weeks later from men I met on both sites. I met Mark (see Texting While Fingering: First Dates from Hell), Kraig, Pete, Mon, and another Tom. My date with Mark was horrid but funny; I didn't want to see him ever again. He contacted me few weeks later wanting to get together. No. Kraig was nice but no connection. He also contacted me again. No thanks. Pete was nice too but, again, no connection. He recontacted me too, but I declined. After my first date with Mon, he declared me his girlfriend and wanted to have unprotected sex so we could start making babies. Did he even like me? Or was he that desperate? I know I'm quite the catch but how could he know with such certainty that I was the one for him? We had three dates even though I knew after the second date that he wasn't for me. Then there was the other Tom. We took dancing lessons together but I only lasted three lessons because of my knees. I didn't feel any connection to him either, but I enjoyed taking dance lessons and liked it that neither of us went into it with any expectations. You don't need a romantic connection to anyone to take dance lessons. Somewhere between Mon and the other Tom, Ethan became my boyfriend. And with these dating experiences, it's no wonder I ran into Ethan's arms when the opportunity presented itself that September.
Ethan and I had been acting like boyfriend and girlfriend for several months, so why not add in the sex? Ethan gave me the best orgasms ever but our romantic relationship was short-lived. When Mon contacted me for another date and I told him I acquired a boyfriend in the interim, he was pissed. He thought I cheated on him and didn't want to hear anything I had to say. All he heard was that I left him for Ethan, which was not true. Mon and I had one date. ONE DATE! Just because he expressed his desire to have me as a girlfriend didn't make it so. For several days he begged me to see him and I refused. Eventually, I blocked his number so he couldn't contact me. Then I flew home, hoping to visit my grandma before she passed away. She died before I arrived, but it was great to see my mom and be supportive to her. On my flight home, about an hour before my flight departed, I upgraded to first class so I'd have more room for my knees. My flight companion, Sanjay, was supposed to be on an early morning flight but wanted a later flight so he rearranged his travel plans that morning and booked a first class seat for a later flight because it was the only seat left. Had I requested an upgrade the day before, he would have gotten my coach ticket and I would have sat next to someone else. We believed we were destined to meet, and through our intense conversations he helped me realize that Ethan was not the one for me. I broke up with Ethan the next day. He has too many mental health issues and a bunch of baggage to unload and simply I didn't - and don't - have the energy for it. I felt like a yo-yo being bounced back and forth according to his whim and didn't want to deal with all his baggage which subsequently prompted me to toss some of my own baggage. And I'm a natural giver, he's a natural taker; that doesn't work for me anymore. Ethan and I are still good friends but I 86'd him completely for several months until my energy levels rejuvenated and I kicked some of my own baggage to the curb. We just started hanging out again within the past two months.
After I broke up with Ethan, I wondered how Mon was doing so I unblocked his number and contacted him. He wanted to take me to lunch that day. No. But I did see him a few weeks later, right before Thanksgiving. We went out for happy hour at some shitty bar near my home. Rather than catch up - I had knee surgery the week prior and was on crutches for our date - he spent the entire time chastising me for "dumping" him and for "all the time we could have spent together the past two months" if I hadn't "dumped" him. I tried to turn the conversation around, but he wouldn't engage. My gut told me to run the other way. When he dropped me off at home, he asked if I would date him exclusively. He wanted to see me at least twice a week, and I couldn't kiss anyone or have sex with anyone else. The man knew what he wanted. Too bad I wouldn't give it to him. There was no way in hell I would commit to him after these two dates and with a gut instinct to get the hell outta there. I liked it that he was interested in me - a nice boost to my ego - but was I interested in him? Not really. Just because he was attracted to me doesn't mean he's the right one for me. I saw him again on Christmas Eve, then I didn't hear from him again until about a month later demanding to know if I was seeing anyone else. None of his business, although he thought I was his property and that it was his business. Nope. I reminded him that we were not in a committed relationship, that I hadn't heard from him in over a month, and that I could do what I wanted, with whom I wanted, and when I wanted. He called me a slut. Interesting, since I didn't have sex with him. I didn't tell him that I was in the company of three men when he contacted me, and that I just had a foursome with them. It was none of his damn business. And I will never accept the label of slut. Men only call women sluts when they aren't having sex with her. Am I right? I told him to go fuck himself and blocked his number again. It remains blocked.
Tom and I have remained friends but he was over last weekend and tried to convince me to have sex with him because he can't touch his Arabic Muslim partner. I feel sorry for her, knowing her boyfriend is out carousing behind her back. Tom and I had sex in December - when he was single - and I didn't care to repeat it again because I'm not interested in him in that way and the sex was unsatisfying. I'm not sure how it became my problem that he cannot touch his partner - he knows the culture; he's Muslim too - but it felt great to tell him "No, Tom, I don't want to be that woman. If you're willing to ask me for sex, then perhaps it's best to reconsider your motivations for committing to her. You know the culture, and there's no touching before marriage and she's in the market for marriage not casual dating" (jack ass). I'm glad I didn't have sex with Tom because Andy came over that night. If I'm going to have sex with anyone, I want it to be with Andy. I said the same thing last year, didn't I?
On Friday morning, Doug met me at a coffee shop by my work. He apologized for the scheduling hassle the day before. He was pretty hot for an old dude with kids. Old dude...he was younger than me. Construction worker type. I engaged in and enjoyed our conversation. He picked my brain about my research on gangs and sex offenders, we chatted about music from our youth, etc., but I didn't feel any connection. He suggested I visit him in Tacoma, but I'm not interested in commuting for dates. Humm. Interesting, because that wouldn't have dissuaded me in the past. At the end of our date, he asked me to drag a pig, text the image to him, and then Google "draw a pig." When did "Google" become synonymous for "do a search on the internet?" Anyway, I did as he asked. I recommend you do it too. Draw a pig. Then Google "draw a pig." It's fun! Doug was concerned about the length of my pig's tail. You'll see why. But draw it first, cheater.
On Friday night, Adam Number Two text messaged me a lot then suggested we get together that night. We'd been texting for over a week, and I was tired of having a texting penpal. He didn't have any plans and was looking for something to do. Why not? What time and where? He wasn't sure but would let me know by 10pm when he figured out what he wanted to do. I found myself speeding along Bitch Road again. I explained that "I don't wait around for men," wished him a good night, and requested he not contact me again. We had wonderful thunder storms that night, during which I had sex dreams of Mark (Nephew's 27 year old friend who I fucked the weekend before). Adam Pink Tie contacted me again and wanted to hook up; I asked him to not contact me again. Then there was Brain, the shy guy who texted with me then faded away, only to text me again a week later with the same initial pick up line; I reminded him that we communicated before and I wasn't interested in communicating with him again. There were other men with whom I communicated but never met, but I'm finishing this post in May 2014, too late after the events. Perhaps that I don't remember anything glaring is a good thing. And that concluded the first phase of my dating experiments from August 1 to August 9, 2013. An interesting summer indeed. On Saturday I was glad to be done with this part of my experiment. I journaled about these dates, worked on my dissertation, then hung out with Ethan. We watched a movie and he gave my breasts a massage. Man, what was up with this dude? Was he hitting on me? Was I clueless? Were we both clueless?
Ethan and I had been acting like boyfriend and girlfriend for several months, so why not add in the sex? Ethan gave me the best orgasms ever but our romantic relationship was short-lived. When Mon contacted me for another date and I told him I acquired a boyfriend in the interim, he was pissed. He thought I cheated on him and didn't want to hear anything I had to say. All he heard was that I left him for Ethan, which was not true. Mon and I had one date. ONE DATE! Just because he expressed his desire to have me as a girlfriend didn't make it so. For several days he begged me to see him and I refused. Eventually, I blocked his number so he couldn't contact me. Then I flew home, hoping to visit my grandma before she passed away. She died before I arrived, but it was great to see my mom and be supportive to her. On my flight home, about an hour before my flight departed, I upgraded to first class so I'd have more room for my knees. My flight companion, Sanjay, was supposed to be on an early morning flight but wanted a later flight so he rearranged his travel plans that morning and booked a first class seat for a later flight because it was the only seat left. Had I requested an upgrade the day before, he would have gotten my coach ticket and I would have sat next to someone else. We believed we were destined to meet, and through our intense conversations he helped me realize that Ethan was not the one for me. I broke up with Ethan the next day. He has too many mental health issues and a bunch of baggage to unload and simply I didn't - and don't - have the energy for it. I felt like a yo-yo being bounced back and forth according to his whim and didn't want to deal with all his baggage which subsequently prompted me to toss some of my own baggage. And I'm a natural giver, he's a natural taker; that doesn't work for me anymore. Ethan and I are still good friends but I 86'd him completely for several months until my energy levels rejuvenated and I kicked some of my own baggage to the curb. We just started hanging out again within the past two months.
Tom and I have remained friends but he was over last weekend and tried to convince me to have sex with him because he can't touch his Arabic Muslim partner. I feel sorry for her, knowing her boyfriend is out carousing behind her back. Tom and I had sex in December - when he was single - and I didn't care to repeat it again because I'm not interested in him in that way and the sex was unsatisfying. I'm not sure how it became my problem that he cannot touch his partner - he knows the culture; he's Muslim too - but it felt great to tell him "No, Tom, I don't want to be that woman. If you're willing to ask me for sex, then perhaps it's best to reconsider your motivations for committing to her. You know the culture, and there's no touching before marriage and she's in the market for marriage not casual dating" (jack ass). I'm glad I didn't have sex with Tom because Andy came over that night. If I'm going to have sex with anyone, I want it to be with Andy. I said the same thing last year, didn't I?
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