Like a lot of fun. I ended up meeting him at his place because neither of us wanted to endure outside dining in freezing weather. Which was actually for the best because his place is not somewhere I’d really want to hang out on a habitual basis. It had frat house vibes and he has roommates. There were a few other things, but I don’t want to sound petty.
Still though, he made me an awesome dinner and we talked extensively about food and sex; two fun topics. We laughed a lot as he had so many hysterical sexual encounters stories. Like the couple who asked him to wear a full hazmat suit and just have his dick out for him to fuck the wife while the husband watched.
He is, by my account, a bonafide slut. But in a wholesome way. He accommodates his partners needs and it’s about mutual pleasure for him. We chatted for hours and messed around a bit. He gave me some magic mushrooms and some home grown pot to take home.
And it was a really nice ego boost. Dating can definitely make you feel awkward but it’s nice to feel desired and to be treated so nicely. I realize that even for just sex or FWB I’m still being ultra picky but it is my choice who I give my body to and share my time with and I want it to be what I want it to be…and I don’t have to justify that.
I may be boxing myself in a corner being so picky. But I only need one man and I’m willing to wait it out for the right fit; something mutually beneficial and immensely pleasurable. With someone who knocks my socks off…..
Do we remember that feeling? It’s been so long I’m not sure I do. It’s a hazy memory but that’s what I want. That giddy feeling with the butterflies and the lust and anticipation of being with them. Ahhhhhh… yes….that’s worth holding out for.
Don’t you think?