The girl I mentioned in my June post was pretty nice.
The relationship turned into meeting weekly for casual sex. A mutual lack of personal interest made this the third least dramatic relationship of my life, right behind the other two in the past two years where I had sex with the same girl frequently and never really talked to her. The difference in this one is we actually engaged in pillow talk the first two times, before it devolved into glorified masturbation. Also, she liked to be on top. I didn’t like her to be on top. Tension! Second hook-up in row who either totally gets off just from sex, or has no interest in being finished off after the Event. Awesome. I’m still not sure where I stand on ensuring a partner’s satisfaction. I want to make sure they keep coming back for more, but on the other hand, I’m not going to go out of my way if they won’t ask for something.
I went to a party a couple weeks ago and met this totally fascinating drunk girl. I was fucking jazzed to bang this girl, because I could tell she wanted to. We had been flirting off and on the entire night and things were just getting to the point of decision when… her friend kicked her out of the party and told her to go home. Damn the cockblock! I complained about it on the way home to a girl friend and she got huffy and said that she would never date someone like me, someone who wanted to have sex with drunk girls. I’m really trying to figure out what’s wrong with it, I swear, I just can’t. The only phrase that comes to mind when I considered the possibility was “it seems like it would have been fun”.
