Another notch in my bedpost.

Posted by: pumkins0up on: June 9, 2008

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What is wrong with me?!

I’m the dumbest girl I know. I have a profile on an online dating website. I only made it for the sole fact that my current relationship doesn’t seem to hold its own.
Anyways, I was on it last night, and this really cute guy was chatting with me and he seemed like a really cool cat. We agreed to meet at a bar by my place. When he walked in, all eyes were on him. The older lady at the bar grabbed him over to buy him a drink. It was hilarious. He came and sat by me and we chatted about music, movies, family, social scenes, absolutely everything. There was never an awkward moment…. until this morning.

He doesn’t drink, so after one whiskey sour, he was buzzed. I brought him home with me to chill until he was sober. He met my flatmat, who later told me that I “better have wrecked that.” I guess that is a compliment. We sat in my room and chatted, which lead to making out, which lead to nakedness.

I’M SUCH A DUMB GIRL!!!!

We used protection and discussed our last time we’ve been checked before we got to it. Keep in mind that we had NO intention of things getting that far that fast. We both really clicked and there was fire between us. He was a wild-cat! It was all cool until I realized the damn fucking condom fell off!!!! He says there isn’t anything to be worried about because he was recently checked, but who knows who he’s been with.

We layed in bed discussing how many people we’ve been with. I told him that a girl NEVER kisses and tells. He said I was number 11. I’M A FUCKING NUMBER!!!!!! He is my 7th, so there. He is 25 years old and has his own apartment in downtown, his last relationship ended last December. A girl he’d been seeing for a year and a half. We had that in common. He slept over and I was going to go into work 4 hours later so I could get some sleep. That didn’t happen.

We made out for what seemed, hours. It was super early in the morning, the birds were chirping. I must have gotten about two hours of sleep when I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. I lay there thinking about the guy I’m with… he is away on a family trip. I feel like shit. I can’t believe I did that to him. I’m such a fuck up. Then again, he doesn’t seem to care about much with me these days either. My flatmate said “good for you!” She said that I shouldn’t be so devoted to a man who doesn’t return the favor too often. So maybe what I did was good for me. I haven’t been with anyone else after my year and a half relationship prior to the few I am in now.
However, I feel dirty. I slept with a man I barely know, the condom fell fucking off. No pun intended. I’m going in to get checked this Wednesday. I know I shouldn’t worry. I’ll only make myself sick. If my beau wants some lovin, I’ll give it to him, but I’ll make sure things are wrapped until I get the results back. At least I never came. It would be really bad if I had really enjoyed myself. Right?

So I woke early this morning with only two hours of sleep. I took a hot shower to wash my guilt away, then got dressed. I woke the guy I met up with only hours ago, and he was very sweet. He said he really wanted to see me again this week. I’m leaving to visit my friends in Seattle, so I told him maybe not until next week, but I’d try. He hugged me tight and said that he had no intentions of the sex we randomly had. He said he would like to take me out again, but didn’t want it to end up with sex. I agreed. He kissed me long and hard and said, “Don’t forget about me when you go out to Seattle.” He smiled and got into his car. He seems like a real sweetheart.

The best part, he’s really really into Frank Sinatra!!!!

So now my beau is coming home today and he wants me to come and stay with him tonight. I’d love to, but his brother is in town, he doesn’t work on Tuesday, so it is bound to be a long night. I work early tomorrow, so I’ll pass.

You know what is too bad? That all the normal/average/funny looking guys usually are the ones with the bigger…*ahem*s. I wonder who decided that.

Tags: men, sex, sexuality, with strangers