Twisting and turning

Many years ago, I made a New Years resolution to make no new resolutions.  And I've stuck with it.  However, when I came back from "break" a few months ago, I resolved to blog more, even if it's not hypersexual.  Even if it's not a tale of Dave fucking somebody.  And that's what this post is going to be.  If you want a post that will get you off, please scroll down and read another story.  I hopefully have done a good job at that in the past.  And if you leave, I completely understand, but please do come back in the future.  I will be writing more stories about all the slutting around I've been doing.  But that's for another day.

Okay, the air feels clear.

And here we go.  Dave got rejected tonight.  Dave hates getting rejected.  Not only does it suck, but it makes him want to refer to himself in the third person, and nobody likes that.  Over the past year or so, I had been getting to know Dylan.  She's the friend of a friend who I'd seen at a couple gatherings of mutual friends, but never really said much to her.  However she was nice enough, and really cute, so I figured I'd start inviting her to my soirees.  And she came, and had a good time.  Hooray.  At the last one, a few weeks ago, we had a nice long conversation.  She seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, laughed at my jokes, and just seemed into me. Which was great, I love it when cute girls seem into me.  It hopefully leads to me getting into them.

Thus we made tentative plans to hang out tonight.  I came up with the first idea of a place to hang out, but it was eventually tossed out, as we had to arrive after 10, which seemed too late.  Dylan then suggests this really cool little lounge to go to.  Fancy cocktails, low lighting, DJ, couches.  Cozy.  A great date bar.  Somewhere I'd take somebody to impress them.  Awesome.  I was already impressed.

I arrive a few minutes before she does, and stand around slightly awkwardly.  She shows up though, and we immediately grab this little corner with a couch for two and order a round of cocktails.  So far so good.  We talk and hang out and laugh and have a grand ol' time.

But something is off.  The couch we are on is soft and sort of saggy in the middle.  We both naturally gravitate towards the center, but not too long after our legs begin to touch, she readjusts herself so that we're not touching.  She is making a point to keep physical distance.  Despite spending way too much on our drinks they don't taste alcoholic at all.  Dylan is not very big, and even she doesn't seem buzzed.  How disappointing.  In conversation I talk some about cool things that I'm into.  She listens, asks questions, but seems unimpressed.  Unphased.

All the vibes that I sent out fell flat.  So frustrating.  I could see the writing on the wall, and I didn't know how to change it.  Maybe there was nothing I could do.  Dylan was not the kind of girl that I usually go for or that usually goes for me.  She's shy.  She's a doctor.  She's a homeowner.  I have no idea when her last boyfriend was.  I'm assuming she's not a virgin, but I really don't know.  Wouldn't surprise me if she was.

But god dammit do I want her.  Badly.  She's adorable.  Her hair is so soft and smooth.  Engaging eyes.  Well-sculpted eyebrows.  Small, but pert lips.  And an astounding rack (you had to have guessed that was coming).  If I close my eyes, I can see her looking up at me.  Laughing at my jokes.  Talking.  Smiling.  I want to be in her bed tonight.  But I'm not.

Guys talk about their "game".  Maybe I need different games.  Mine is usually pretty straight forward.  I be me.  I talk about the stuff that I like and that gets me excited.  I'm often animated and I like telling stories (duh).  There are many people that dig this vibe.  For this, I'm eternally grateful.

But not everybody is.  And I figured out pretty quickly that Dylan wasn't going for this.  But what I haven't yet figured out is what I should try to switch to.  And one of my instincts is that I shouldn't change up who I am for anybody.  It's a valid thought, but doesn't account for the fact that I really really really REALLY wanted to fuck her tonight.

It's possible that there was literally nothing I could do about it.  She might be more reserved than I thought.  If she is a virgin,or just really inexperienced, hooking up with a guy on her first date is simply not done.  It's a small consolation, but that could be correct.

Sigh.

For the rest of the night, I am a baboon in heat who just got out of a full body cast and can now touch himself for the first time in months.  My first orgasm of the night is for Dylan.  All the subsequent ones will be for myself.  I have a bottle of lube, plenty of handy wipes, and more porn than any one person could consume in an evening.  I hope that you'll join me, if just in spirit.