My Convenient Cock (one of my two roommates) is back, and I’m doin’ a happy-dance over here!
Some OkCupid bitch (read: interesting, attractive, girlfriend-material young woman) was stealing his attention for a while, but it looks like she’s fallen off the map a bit, and Convenient Cock is no longer trying to will a relationship into existence by abstaining from our fuck sessions. Continue reading
Casual sex ain’t for pussies.
Scratch that. Casual sex is totally for pussies, but only if your pussy isn’t still linked by its pussy umbilical cord to your heart. Continue reading
Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn. This is a conundrum.
My first date with Fiji (read about it here) was a breath of fresh air. A hurricane of it, really. He came off as witty, liberal, kind-hearted, well rounded, kinky, intelligent, and totally confident in himself. (I failed to mention previously that he also makes a pretty ridiculous 6-figure salary. Handy.) He had me laughing, and opening up, and nodding in agreement all evening, and flirting like crazy. And his kiss was perfection.
The sex, though. God dammit. The sex was not perfection.
Okay, honey. Uh huh. That’s great.
“You make such adorable faces when you squirm.” Fiji — what I’ll name the 6′ tall, 33-year-old, Fijian-Canadian tech executive I snagged off of OkCupid — shot an amused grin at me over our two bottles of Pinot Grigio. He had a small amount of extra padding around the middle, sported a chin-strap beard, and was dressed too casually for the place, yet I was finding him ridiculously sexy all the same. Continue reading
Had my second date with The Engineer last night (read about the first date here and the awkward tampon incident here). Luckily, no mention of the tampon was made. All recollection of it has floated off in the breeze. It shall never be spoken of again.
It was a simple date with a lot of conversation over beer, the show Cosmos (I told you this guy was nerdy), and Pulp Fiction, followed by a healthy round of sex. Continue reading
You can read about last night’s lovely overnight date with The Engineer here. This post is the stunningly disgusting Epilogue to that. Continue reading
Last night I once again found myself wondering, “Can I have it all?” Adventure, kink, and novelty on one hand, and a cozy committed relationship on the other.
I went on a date last night with a funny, nerdy, sexy, 26-year-old mechanical engineer. I’ll just call him The Engineer. I prefer to date a bit older, but he makes up for it by being the absolute spitting image of Jake Pavelka from ABC’s The Bachelor. (Mr. Pavelka pictured below.)
Oh hai. I didn’t know they let your type on online dating sites.