Me & Samantha at Martin's in DC
Anyways, I would never date this kid on a serious note. For one he is only 24. And two, well I just don't see myself being romantic with him. All he ever talks about is wanting to have sex. Don't get me wrong, I love sex, like alot. However, he just didn't turn me on. So I continued meeting different guys. A couple of times the meetings were less than 30 minutes. One went like this, um, thanks for the tea but um, yeah you're not my type so I am just going to go now. BAM! And that was it. I went out with a few more. Had some good times and great conversations, but again no sparks. Finally, after months and months of scanning hundreds and hundreds of profiles I saw a guy that seemed interesting enough. Even if he did have a self portrait of himself in the bathroom (fully clothed). Which I totally hate. Whatever, I sent him an email. So after a few emails back and forth we decided to meet up. He took me out to sushi. (yes I beaver dammed). Dinner went well so we decided to go out for drinks. This kat was so funny and interesting plus he has the greatest name, Jon Smith. Like seriously, I have never gone out on a date with someone where I actually paid attention to him, just him, the whole time and wasn't scanning the room for another, cuter guy or constantly on my phone texting.
Well this lead to that. And the beaver dam failed. Oh well. So the dry spell ended (8 months and 17 long days!!). We continued to hang out pretty much weekly usually on Saturdays and sometimes during the week. Here's when I started to get heated, totally unexpected. We were just texting about some shit, nothing really important. However he mentioned something to the effect that it was ok for me to sleep with my friend. I was like, woah pump the brakes muther fucker, I am not sleeping with him, he is just a friend. He says that he isn't going to be a hypocrite. BAM!!! So he is still sleeping with other chicks....Holy shit, I got heated as fuck! Like seriously, my whole body just felt like I had been in a tanning booth for an hour. so I had to sit and think for a minute, OMG- did I just get jealous over some guy I just met? After all, I was still talking to other guys, I just wasn't sleeping with any of them. Thats how I prefer to roll. Date a couple, sleep with one. And I told him that. End of story on that, we never discussed it again. I just assumed if we ever got to the spot where we BOTH wanted to just see each other we would discuss it, but not for a while. A couple of weeks go by, we continue to see each other just about every weekend. But here's the catch, I was always the one to initiate any conversation. ALWAYS. As much as we text, never, I mean NEVER has he ever said good night or good morning, EVER. Which made it easier for me to to think of him "that way". Almost every single other guy I have talked to over the last 3+ years has done that, even after the first night of talking. Again, this guy is different. And I think that's why I like him even more, because he different.
I was trying to play it smart. I was not going to let myself get emotional for this guy. I know that he just got divorced so I wasn't even trying. He's still "fresh". Yet, I would give him my undivided attention anytime I was with him (I would even ASK HIM before I texted anyone or tweeted) but when I wasn't with him......HA, who am I kidding, I still thought about him. They way he smells, the way he kisses (I love kissing him, true shit, I am not going to lie), and the way he holds my hand with his small soft hands. Well, he went out of town for a few days, I thought I was going to die of sexual frustration. Luckily I didn't and it wasn't because I decided it was finally time to have sex with someone else, because I didn't. I didn't even go on any other dates during that time (if there ever was a prime time to do it, it was then). So it gets to the day before he gets home (or so I thought). Once again, I hit him up, I couldn't go without talking to him anymore. I thought he was out of town for another day but I HAD to talk with him. But he was already home. WOW, I actually missed him, like alot. And his doggy. His dog is awesome!
Well Samantha ended up in the emergency room (another long story, but she is OK now). Chris came to the hospital. Well, I used Jon as a diversion while I was talking with Chris (for about 5 hours, I'll get to talking with him after I finish this story). I kept texting with to keep me from thinking about grabbing Chris and kissing him. The thought did cross my mind while we were sitting in his jeep talking. I have missed his touch so much. Even after all these years he still hugs me the same way. And it always makes me feel sad and depressed afterwards. But NOT THIS TIME!! I adore Jon's hugs. He hugs the best! So it didn't even phase me. YES finally!!!
So Thursday comes and I'm still texting with Jon, whatever. So Friday comes. I decided, fuck this, I am not going to text him. I don't care how long it takes. BAM! He actually texted me. I was so shocked! So I went over his place after work (yes, 2am booty call). But no, it did not seem like that at all. Holy Shit, when he answered the door and I looked at his eyes my whole body heated up, again. But in a good way, not like the time before. (seemed like some shit right out of fifty shades of grey.) I just wanted to grab him and kiss and hug him and tell him how much I missed him. And that's how the evening, well morning went. He feels so good, just sitting next to him on the couch watching tv. He is really tall and I love reaching up to kiss him. We finally went to sleep around 5am. I woke up to my kids texting me to come make them breakfast. As much as I didn't want to leave, I did. What a great time. I was kinda worried about the way I was "feeling" about him. Too much too fast is all I could think about on the way home. Oh and the smell of him on my shirt. mmmmmmmm!
So now it's Saturday. I know he is going out with friends for dinner and I wanted to go see this band play at Addys. So I go to see the band play with my girlfriend claire and he texts 15 minutes after we get there. Yup, you guessed it, I wussed out and went right to his house. Except this time I took my girlfriend with me. I was already drunk. I had been drinking for about 6 hours. We get to his house, he looked sexy as fuck! It took everything I had for my drunk ass to not just say, um claire, thanks for the ride but, you gotta go!
Now this is where it gets fucked up. I asked for a glass of wine. He gives me a glass of red. He knows I hate red wine yet he thought enough to give my friend white and me red. OMG!!! Cool to mega bitch in a minute. I got so fucking pissed its ridiculous, just because he didn't think to give me the damn white wine. Well that's all I remember from that night. EXCEPT sitting on the side of Sudly Manor at 1am crying my fucking eyes out like some fucking high school girl!!! What the flying fuck!!! seriously! Next thing I remember is my friend picking me up. After that I remember crying in Ethan's lap that I really fucked up and I will probably never see Jon again. I don't recall the last time I cried this hard. Oh yes I do, Memorial Weekend 2009... And if you have read my first blog you know what that was about.
I was right. Jon did text me the next day that he was done. Technically, I asked him if he was done and he said yes, "for now". What the hell is that supposed to mean? I have a pretty good guess. That night I did manage to get a picture of him & I, it's kinda cute. So every day I just look at it and think, "text me something good fucker". Honestly, I don't think it will happen. Why should it? End of story
(final answer:DONE)
UPDATE: SO THIS GUY, JON SMITH (YES REAL NAME), TURNED OUT TO BE A REAL DOUCHE. I ACTUALLY HOPE IS HEART GET CRUSHED
UPDATE: SO THIS GUY, JON SMITH (YES REAL NAME), TURNED OUT TO BE A REAL DOUCHE. I ACTUALLY HOPE IS HEART GET CRUSHED
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