Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Sporty, but no spice?

I am still alive, apologies loyal readers for the slight drop-off. Have you ever just been so overwhelmed with things to do, you didn't know where to begin? Not really an excuse here, more an explanation. I promised myself when I realized I hadn't been back to share life with you all, I commit to at least 1x week posts, and hopefully more!

Sooo back to the adventure, in short:
-had 2 more dates with Sporty
-got a text from NMM
-got back online to find more dates

Why?
Well let's start from the top. Date number 2 with Sporty was on a coveted Saturday night. Drinks at a rooftop bar in DC, went from 8pm-almost 2-in-the-morning. Conversation flooowed. I was laughing, he was laughing, it was good. And we have chemistry. High five people. Yes, after walking out onto the bustling area that is U street, teaming with tipsy folks all around us, and right before a cab scooped me up, we made out. Twice. And it was good, really good. Phew. That was one thing left, could he kiss. Oh yes he can. The coolest part, he acknowledged that I can too, mid kiss with a "You are an amazing kisser" he said as I went in for another.

Second date was during the week, a movie at the indie theater downtown. A fantastic foreign film, no touching, which is cool as I get really into movies. But where my red flags went up is next...I suggest we go for tea, we chat for another few hours, so long that the public transport is no more. I did remember him mentioning that he doesn't take cabs (thus why I cabbed home solo the last date), but we had no choice, I said we can just split it up. He said no worries, he'd just get in the cab with me and we'd take the cab to my house, and he could just walk home from there, as it's only few blocks away. Then, as the cab heads north, he tells cabbie to stop and proceeds to fumble for money to contribute to our shared ride. I tell him not to worry about it, I can cove the cab. A quick peck and hug later, he's out the door.
I don't mind paying for the cab, but wondering what happened to the chivalry of walking a woman home? And strangely enough, he opened every door that night, which I clumsily faltered through (I am not accustomed to this, but I did like it).
Basically, have a bit of red flag action going on. He did text me when he got back from this weekend's trip and over a series of 5 texts, asked me to dinner this weekend. Texting. Ugh back to texting. You have my number why oh why don't you call?!

Friday, January 1, 2010

Beds and the wild child unleashed....

Beds. Sex. It's hard not to think about sex when I think of beds. In fact, 9 times out of 10, I prefer sex over sleep. You can sleep anytime. I would love to say you can have sex anytime. Okay, you technically can, but good sex, that's another story.
Out of DC, in a new city, I was ready to let my wild child out and part of that release automatically includes an extra burst of sensual/sexual energy. Don't worry, I'll get back to the beds/sex part. It was new year's eve last night, and I always try to not build it up, but it's slightly inevitable. The surrounding pressure to go balls out is palpable everywhere we went. Even on the bus to our first party...couples canoodling and a spirit of freedom and celebration in everyone's eyes. The first stop was a pre-game situation with lots of liquid courage and some fab home-made apps to steady the flow. Passed on the hornitos shots, but did manage to guzzle down one sip that proceeded to set my throat and heart on fire.

Next stop was our party bar, complete with beds. Surrounding the dance floor on the upper level, a u-shaped lounge of white beds and fluffy pillows. Initially, as you may have guessed this was for the bottle-buying high rollers (or suckers depending on how you see it). Geniuses, my group of friends, we downed our cheap champagne downstairs for the overrated midnight hour, and then headed up to the beds sans bottle purchase. Oh, and for an added bizarre effect, at midnight we were doused with white feathers. So imagine a dance floor full of un-ecofriendly feathers, drunk peeps and loads of liquid courage...followed by beds. So I unleashed the wild child -- but not in the way I may be leading you to believe.