It has been a WHILE since I went on a date with someone new. My cup has been feeling full, and I just stopped seeking new people for a bit. I didn’t feel that need. And then, I did. So I got back on the apps and started looking. I matched with T. His profile said he was looking ‘for someone to experience, explore, and make smile’. And he’s really cute. Sounds good to me.
We were terrible at talking in the app. One of us would send a message, and then it would take the other a day or two to respond. After a week or two of this, I pointed out that we were doing a horrible job and suggested we switch to social media. Good move, me.
We communicate mostly in voice messages, I prefer those infinitely over texting. You get a much more real conversation with helpful non-verbal features. It’s just a better way to start getting to know someone, in my opinion.
He mentioned that he had seen me at a concert. It turned out it was the one where I ran into Ben. I confessed that I didn’t recall seeing him there, but explained that it had been a pretty intense evening, so my focus had been elsewhere. His feelings weren’t hurt. I was impressed and flattered that he remembered me from a crowd we were in three months ago.
After a few days of chat, he asked if I’d be interested in meeting sometime. I was. I had tickets for another concert at the same venue, and no one to go with, so I asked if he’d like to join me. He said yes, and I was excited!
Now, I have exceptionally long acrylic nails, and they create the occasional challenge. One such challenge is removing my debit card from the parking meter at the lot I always use in that part of town. It’s usually busy enough there that I can ask someone to help me, but that was not the case on the night I went to meet T. I had to call him and ask for his help. So, our first meeting was at a parking meter, where I apologized for my useless hands.
He found it appropriately hilarious, of course, and we went to the show. Neither one of us was overly familiar with the band, but that didn’t matter. We had a great time! He’s quite a bit taller than I am, so he stood behind me for much of it. I took the opportunity to accidentally brush against him as often as possible. By the end of the show, it was clear we were both comfortable with physical contact. I was tempted to tiptoe and kiss him several times, but I held back. There was plenty of time for that, and I had already decided not to rush the physical aspect with this one.
The show was awesome. We were both glad we went. From there, we went to a pizza place down the street to grab a beer and a slice of something hot. We sat at the bar for almost two hours, talking and laughing and telling stories. It was perfect!
There was a very cute moment when I thought we were going to kiss, but again, I held back. I actually felt shy! I never feel shy. The next time we had one of those moments, I leaned into it, and we had a really sweet kiss. The kind that makes you feel a bit giddy but doesn’t get your underwear damp. After that, our touches switched from accidental to intentional.
Eventually, we realized the place had closed and everyone else had left. He held my hand as he walked me to my car, where we made out. He is a fantastic kisser. Ugh. I wanted to drag him into the backseat, but I held back again. Taking it slower. There is no hurry here. We said goodnight, I got in my car, and sent a very excited and girly squealing message to my dear friend about what a fantastic night it had been.
T and I made plans to see each other again two days later. This would be a daytime date. I had seen some cool murals in a town about an hour away and asked if he would like to go up there with me and look for more. He said yes, and today we went.
He picked me up at my house, and we took the scenic route. We decided not to bother with GPS and find our own way. It worked out perfectly as we stumbled upon a Route 66 roadside attraction and decided to make a stop. We had a blast looking around at random statues and totem poles made of gas cans and a tree with a bunch of shoes stuck to it. I loved that he was into exploring random shit with me.
We made it to the town with the murals and spent an hour or so wandering around and admiring everything. By the time we were finished, we were hungry. All of the places we were interested in were closed, so we opted for a somewhat sketchy-looking Mexican restaurant. And oh my god, the food was DELICIOUS. T provided excellent company and conversation the entire time. This guy is hilarious, he has me laughing constantly.
We got back in his car, and he leaned over and kissed me. No holding back this time. It was passionate. You guys, this man is really good at making out. We chatted as we drove home, hands resting on each other’s thighs. There was that giddy feeling again. I could see him squirming in his seat, trying to control his erection. I smiled to myself.
I invited him inside when we pulled into my driveway. He couldn’t stay long. He had to get home to his dog (we love a responsible pet owner). But, of the thirty minutes he was here, I estimate we spent at least 27 making out. It got hot and heavy. He gradually moved his hands over my body and ultimately had one on my throat. He applied gentle pressure, and when I responded favorably, he applied a little more, then a little more. When he took his hand away, I laughed and said, ‘Jesus Christ, am I that transparent?!’. Yes. Yes, I am.
I wanted to fuck him. Badly. But I’m on my period, and while I have no objection to period sex, I prefer it not to be part of my first sexual encounter with someone new – unless they are really into it. So I told him, ‘I really want to fuck you, but I’m on my period, so I can’t’. And then we made out some more. Again, he’s really fucking good at it. So good, in fact, that I didn’t want to stop. Eventually, I told him, ‘You are going to have to walk away from me if you want to leave because I could do this for hours.’ He laughed, walked towards my front door, turned around, and said ‘one more for the road’ as he grabbed me again. Fuuuuuuuuck. We like this one.
When we stopped again, I walked him to the door and said, ‘I’m gonna get you’. He replied, ‘I was just thinking the same thing.’
We’re going to another concert this Friday. And I’m gonna get him. I can’t wait.
Fat and Slutty 