While I'm on a long call with my dad JimmyDean texts me to confirm. I wince as I quickly read the beginning of the text on my phone before it disappears off the screen. I honestly don't think I'm up for another date. I'm tired. I need a nap. Some food. Ugh...But I don't cancel because...I'm a fucking moron! I haven't met JD yet and he's been patiently waiting for me to find time for him so we can go out for a drink. He has pretty eyes too. They're a clear blue. I'm such a sucker for nice eyes.
What I think is sad is he hasn't asked my name yet. It used to piss me off like...how dare you not think enough of me to want to know what my name is! I'm a real person with real feelings blah blah blah ~monster attack arms~. I've moved passed that I guess. I suppose it's not important and decide not to offer it. Sometimes guys think my name really is Sirene. My name in their phone is Sirene. Wow...ok. I remember BrentTen remarking that he liked the name.
'Really??? It's just a different way of spelling and pronouncing Siren. You know...those creatures that lure sailors to their deaths. They probably fuck them and eat them too. Mermaids are ruthless and sailors are tasty.'
Ewwwwww. That's twisted.
'Admit it. You dig it. You like my darkness AND my glitter.'
No disputing that statement.
He enjoyed hearing about my fascination with the murky depths of the sea, being caught up in riptides when I was a wee thing swimming alone in the pacific and not being afraid, the thrill of swimming in Hilo with hundreds of sharks 20 feet below me and staring jawdropped as a child, nose pressed to the glass, at the pearl divers at Sea World. He poked fun at my phobia about crustaceans, dislike for seafood and that I hold my breath and turn away when I have to walk by the seafood counter at the grocery store, but his analytical mind kicked in and he thought maybe it's not a phobia. Maybe I just don't like to see or be near dead sealife. 'You don't have a problem with them being alive right? Swimming around in the ocean or in a tank?' I shook my head no. 'Could be you have an extreme reaction to seeing all your seafriends dead, chopped up and served on a platter to filthy humans. How very hippy of you.' Well I'll be damned. Way to turn that on it's head. He might be right! ~pouts~ Still butthurt about him. BrentTen was my marathon man. He could go for hours and hours and he was brilliant. Mensa brilliant and then it just ended. He was done with me. I realize I'm going to intermittently talk about him because I'm still bummed out and although he's reached out to me I know it can't go back to the way it was so why bother? He blindsided me. Being fickle now doesn't change the fact that I don't trust him anymore.
If there's no traffic I'll make it back to the house in time to have a catnap. Within the next two hours he pushes the time out twice. He's a wedding photographer (which reminds me of BrentTen too ~sadface~) and a perspective client is being flaky. Perfect! I say...I can eat AND have a nap.
There was virtually no traffic on the way home so I happily get home, drop all my stuff on the floor, peel off all my clothes, examine all my marks (finger marks on the inside of my arms and kneecap marks on the inside of my thighs. Niiiiice. Almost as good as Derby...almost.), set my alarm for 6pm and climb into bed. Two more texts from Phuket. ~sighs~ I respond, but give no promises of a repeat performance and toss my phone in to the laundry basket across the room so I can't hear it vibrate. My body aches. I didn't fight MacGeyser much, but being held down that long took everything out of me. As I drift off to sleep I decide if I do go out I'm just going to have a drink and not fuck him.
The alarm goes off and I pop up feeling groggy. I really need more sleep...and food. GAH at my tummy rumbles. I have nothing in my mini fridge, but booze and condiments. Seriously...I'm such a cliche sometimes. I stumble over to my laundry basket and dig around my dirty laundry for my phone to turn off the alarm and see that JD texted the address to a bar, then updates with another address to a different bar and finally a hello? I respond that I'll be out the door in 20 minutes and will be there by 7pm. I throw my clothes back on, drink some water to kill the hangry belly, try to do something with my hair, apply a little makeup and head out.
He picked a place at a half way point between his town and mine which I thought was nice. I pull in and it's a total dive. I'd never even heard of this place. I hope I don't have to pee because ew. I try to sneak in through the back door, but he was sitting at the last booth as if he knew and was expecting me to come in that way. I smile-caught out. No scanning of the place or element of surprise for me. I notice his piercing Newman Blues right away. ~melts~ He gets up (he's shorter than he had said on his profile so I'm taller than him with my heels on. I'm just going to say here-boys shouldn't lie on their profile and say they are 6 feet tall when they are 5'10 at best because it will determine my shoe selection for the date), approaches me and kisses me. OMG super shamu. C'MON!! Why do men kiss this way??? It's AWFUL. I push him away. Ok, ok, you're happy to see me. He smells like weed, but not MacGeyser weed. Plain ole skunky weed. Have men given up on deodorant completely?
He motions for me to have a seat in the booth and he sits across me and starts talking nervously. This is always a good sign. Nervous is good. I wriggle out of my coat, unwrap my scarf and pull my sweater off as I take a quick look around. Divey yes, but clean, well lit and not too full of people. I respond slowly as I smooth my hair down asking him about his photography work and if he had any kids. Trying to focus, but this booth is lumpy and I absentmindedly start bouncing which makes him smile. 'What?' I say. He shakes his head and tells me I'm kind of adorable and then excuses himself to go to the bathroom. I head to the bar for a drink. Angry Orchard on tap. Yay!
My phone buzzes...random text and pic from YoungBuck. Meh...I'm like the worst cubhunter of all time. YoungBuck is 24, just graduated from culinary school and wants a regular Cougar for training. I tell him how yummy he looks (even though he sports a beard) and hope all is well. He wants to get together again. He wants to be told what to do. He wants to be controlled. I want to make the poor boy a sandwich and take him clothes shopping for school. I let him know I'll get back to him with my schedule for the week (which truthfully is crazy busy) and see if we can find a time.
I get back to the booth and text Kendall where I am. I always send her the name of a place, sometimes the address, who I'm seeing and occasionally a picture of my date. I would say I'm very good at trusting my instincts on whether or not I should or shouldn't go out with someone, but I like to take the extra step for safety's sake and send Kendall a head's up - plus she gets a kick out of these stories.
JD comes back from the bathroom and sits down, frowning at my drink.
'I would have gotten that.'
It's ok I couldn't wait. Get my next one.
'What else can you not wait for?'
Ohhh he wants to banter innuendos. Fun! We chat back and forth for a bit, laughing and loosening up with another drink and then another. So much for me only having one drink. I'm still not fucking him. I finally drop the innuendo and talk completely unfiltered. This makes him get up and boldly come over to my side of the booth. I scoot over to make room for him, but turn my body toward him and pull my leg up onto the seat to block him from getting too close to me. I don't want to make out in a lumpy booth in a well lit dive bar and ew B.O.
He starts to tell me about his side business. He buys, renovates and flips boats and buses. Yeah the housing marketing is iffy, but pimping out yachts and tour buses is good business. I'd never heard of this. What a smart guy! Finally he's gaining some interest past a pretty face. He's handy, smart and funny. He shows me pictures on his phone and excitedly scrolls through his before and afters. He leans in to kiss me. He pulls back, briefly taking my lower lip with him and then bites me on the cheek. OW what the fuck! He laughs and remarks how he's kind of a vampire and shows me his pointy canines. I tell him he can Twilight himself back over to the other side of the booth. This makes him laugh harder and he calls me feisty. He suddenly pulls all my hair back with one hand and...examines my face; which I find odd, but I don't stop him. 'I knew it. You have freckles!' he says incredulously. 'Sorry...I've only seen freckles on white girls. They're sooooo cool on you.' Personally, I think they're more sun damage age spots, but if he wants to call them cool freckles so be it.
He says he likes me and wants to see me again. He needed to take off because he was meeting his friend to get more weed (I kind of feel like the only person in Portland who doesn't smoke). I tell him sure I'd like to see him again (as long as he stops shamu kissing me and biting my face). He picks up the tab and walks me to my car.
Let me guess. The bright green hatchback is your car.
'Yep! How did you know?'
It matches your personality. Playful, cute and stands out in a crowd.
Yeah yeah, I think to myself, my Gemini Moon shines through every time.
He then pulls down the neckline of my blouse and grabs an eye full. Then, tries to take it off...in the parking lot. Seriously. I slap his hand away.
'Enough. I'm not taking my shirt off in a parking lot. I'm not THAT girl.'
Okay okay. You can't knock a guy for trying.
I'm annoyed at this and he tries to save himself by kissing me and then tries to bite my other cheek, but I pull away.
'I don't enjoy the biting.'
Okay. I'm a vampire, but only on top. I'm a pirate down below.
'What does that even meeeeeeean?' I say in a silly voice and cross my eyes at him. I can't keep this up for much longer. Playful and fun is starting to go away.
He laughs again and now I'm just ready to leave. I kiss him (MY WAY) goodbye and ask him to call me, text me, whatever me later. I follow him out and we split off in opposite directions at the freeway on ramp.
I roll the window down and turn up the music; grateful my ex bought me an xm subscription last year for my road trip to Cali. Also grateful because I know it will auto renew at the end of November and he'll forget all about it. I turn it up some more. Sometimes I miss him. Extreme fatigue is setting in and I'm now kicking myself for going out tonight. I'm going to suffer a lot when I try to skate come 10am tomorrow. I may cry and possibly throw up. By the time I get home I have a long line of texts from JD. He wants to see me tomorrow. I text back that I got home safely, thanks for asking. I had a fun time too and will text again tomorrow. I'm going to sleep. Sweet dreams ~kisseyemot~ Nothing further from Phuket and one text from Valentino. More on him later...
He motions for me to have a seat in the booth and he sits across me and starts talking nervously. This is always a good sign. Nervous is good. I wriggle out of my coat, unwrap my scarf and pull my sweater off as I take a quick look around. Divey yes, but clean, well lit and not too full of people. I respond slowly as I smooth my hair down asking him about his photography work and if he had any kids. Trying to focus, but this booth is lumpy and I absentmindedly start bouncing which makes him smile. 'What?' I say. He shakes his head and tells me I'm kind of adorable and then excuses himself to go to the bathroom. I head to the bar for a drink. Angry Orchard on tap. Yay!
My phone buzzes...random text and pic from YoungBuck. Meh...I'm like the worst cubhunter of all time. YoungBuck is 24, just graduated from culinary school and wants a regular Cougar for training. I tell him how yummy he looks (even though he sports a beard) and hope all is well. He wants to get together again. He wants to be told what to do. He wants to be controlled. I want to make the poor boy a sandwich and take him clothes shopping for school. I let him know I'll get back to him with my schedule for the week (which truthfully is crazy busy) and see if we can find a time.
I get back to the booth and text Kendall where I am. I always send her the name of a place, sometimes the address, who I'm seeing and occasionally a picture of my date. I would say I'm very good at trusting my instincts on whether or not I should or shouldn't go out with someone, but I like to take the extra step for safety's sake and send Kendall a head's up - plus she gets a kick out of these stories.
JD comes back from the bathroom and sits down, frowning at my drink.
'I would have gotten that.'
It's ok I couldn't wait. Get my next one.
'What else can you not wait for?'
Ohhh he wants to banter innuendos. Fun! We chat back and forth for a bit, laughing and loosening up with another drink and then another. So much for me only having one drink. I'm still not fucking him. I finally drop the innuendo and talk completely unfiltered. This makes him get up and boldly come over to my side of the booth. I scoot over to make room for him, but turn my body toward him and pull my leg up onto the seat to block him from getting too close to me. I don't want to make out in a lumpy booth in a well lit dive bar and ew B.O.
He starts to tell me about his side business. He buys, renovates and flips boats and buses. Yeah the housing marketing is iffy, but pimping out yachts and tour buses is good business. I'd never heard of this. What a smart guy! Finally he's gaining some interest past a pretty face. He's handy, smart and funny. He shows me pictures on his phone and excitedly scrolls through his before and afters. He leans in to kiss me. He pulls back, briefly taking my lower lip with him and then bites me on the cheek. OW what the fuck! He laughs and remarks how he's kind of a vampire and shows me his pointy canines. I tell him he can Twilight himself back over to the other side of the booth. This makes him laugh harder and he calls me feisty. He suddenly pulls all my hair back with one hand and...examines my face; which I find odd, but I don't stop him. 'I knew it. You have freckles!' he says incredulously. 'Sorry...I've only seen freckles on white girls. They're sooooo cool on you.' Personally, I think they're more sun damage age spots, but if he wants to call them cool freckles so be it.
He says he likes me and wants to see me again. He needed to take off because he was meeting his friend to get more weed (I kind of feel like the only person in Portland who doesn't smoke). I tell him sure I'd like to see him again (as long as he stops shamu kissing me and biting my face). He picks up the tab and walks me to my car.
Let me guess. The bright green hatchback is your car.
'Yep! How did you know?'
It matches your personality. Playful, cute and stands out in a crowd.
Yeah yeah, I think to myself, my Gemini Moon shines through every time.
He then pulls down the neckline of my blouse and grabs an eye full. Then, tries to take it off...in the parking lot. Seriously. I slap his hand away.
'Enough. I'm not taking my shirt off in a parking lot. I'm not THAT girl.'
Okay okay. You can't knock a guy for trying.
I'm annoyed at this and he tries to save himself by kissing me and then tries to bite my other cheek, but I pull away.
'I don't enjoy the biting.'
Okay. I'm a vampire, but only on top. I'm a pirate down below.
'What does that even meeeeeeean?' I say in a silly voice and cross my eyes at him. I can't keep this up for much longer. Playful and fun is starting to go away.
He laughs again and now I'm just ready to leave. I kiss him (MY WAY) goodbye and ask him to call me, text me, whatever me later. I follow him out and we split off in opposite directions at the freeway on ramp.
I roll the window down and turn up the music; grateful my ex bought me an xm subscription last year for my road trip to Cali. Also grateful because I know it will auto renew at the end of November and he'll forget all about it. I turn it up some more. Sometimes I miss him. Extreme fatigue is setting in and I'm now kicking myself for going out tonight. I'm going to suffer a lot when I try to skate come 10am tomorrow. I may cry and possibly throw up. By the time I get home I have a long line of texts from JD. He wants to see me tomorrow. I text back that I got home safely, thanks for asking. I had a fun time too and will text again tomorrow. I'm going to sleep. Sweet dreams ~kisseyemot~ Nothing further from Phuket and one text from Valentino. More on him later...
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