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.
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
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.