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May. 21st, 2024 03:05 pm
Slut update: double dating
I'm coming off a full week of daily hookups and, man, is my penis tired.
It all kicked off a week ago Friday. I was lunching with El Huevón when the smoking hot young guy I was supposed to spend the afternoon with cancelled on me like I pretty much suspected he would. (See previous posts.) I debated looking for a substitute--I was concerned it might lead to invidious comparisons--and ultimately pulled the trigger. I ended up with a cutie I'd been trying to chat up online through various channels for almost two years; it was quite the fun time.
Things only snowballed from there. I picked up someone at the bar that night. The next day, my morning hookup cancelled (again, as I suspected he would) and the guy who made out with me at El Huevón's afternoon gathering slipped away but I scheduled someone else who was also a great way to while away a couple hours. And so on for the new week until Friday came by again and I had a rematch with my previous substitute.
The second time, he stuck around for the rest of the night. We drank on the porch and probably would have gotten horizontal again but I had an Israeli friend in the process of moving arriving in the evening and staying through the weekend. Knowing that was the case, this lovely gentleman kept a respectful distance (though we did manage to hang out for a couple hours on Sunday night) and then popped up on Friday afternoon to stay and spend the whole evening with me.
Reader, I married him.
jk. There's something going on here, but it's too early to say what yet. The sex is fantastic, but we spend as much time in cuddling and pillow talk as we do going at it like frenzied rabbits. We have things in common and we've been talking about what we'd like to do together--hiking in the woods, trying new restaurants, going to concerts, etc. In the course of a week, the paradigm has shifted from "if we see each other" to "next time we get together" and it's a nice feeling that I'm trying to enjoy for what it is rather than force it into some preconceived form.
It all kicked off a week ago Friday. I was lunching with El Huevón when the smoking hot young guy I was supposed to spend the afternoon with cancelled on me like I pretty much suspected he would. (See previous posts.) I debated looking for a substitute--I was concerned it might lead to invidious comparisons--and ultimately pulled the trigger. I ended up with a cutie I'd been trying to chat up online through various channels for almost two years; it was quite the fun time.
Things only snowballed from there. I picked up someone at the bar that night. The next day, my morning hookup cancelled (again, as I suspected he would) and the guy who made out with me at El Huevón's afternoon gathering slipped away but I scheduled someone else who was also a great way to while away a couple hours. And so on for the new week until Friday came by again and I had a rematch with my previous substitute.
The second time, he stuck around for the rest of the night. We drank on the porch and probably would have gotten horizontal again but I had an Israeli friend in the process of moving arriving in the evening and staying through the weekend. Knowing that was the case, this lovely gentleman kept a respectful distance (though we did manage to hang out for a couple hours on Sunday night) and then popped up on Friday afternoon to stay and spend the whole evening with me.
Reader, I married him.
jk. There's something going on here, but it's too early to say what yet. The sex is fantastic, but we spend as much time in cuddling and pillow talk as we do going at it like frenzied rabbits. We have things in common and we've been talking about what we'd like to do together--hiking in the woods, trying new restaurants, going to concerts, etc. In the course of a week, the paradigm has shifted from "if we see each other" to "next time we get together" and it's a nice feeling that I'm trying to enjoy for what it is rather than force it into some preconceived form.
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