I broke my daily posting routine – again. I think this will be my 365th post, unbelievably.
But I took to heart the advice I got (take time if I need it, essentially) and furthermore, I didn’t have much to say on Sunday that was current. I could have taken a picture of myself but it felt rather empty (with no disrespect to those to do – Selfie Sunday is just not something I feel compelled to do on a regular basis).
I have a post in progress about the crazy Italian. We never met but his text messages were ridiculous. I have another post (inspired by Will Carrier constantly asking me why I was dating online) to demonstrate that while not all men online are looking for sex, there were hardly a whole lot I found worthy of a response for me. Just not a good fit, and all that. But I wasn’t inspired to complete either.
After I wrote my Saturday post, I had a pretty darn good day. I bought a new turntable and spent much of the afternoon with my son making our way through the albums my father gave me. Joan Baez, the Beatles, Kris Kristofferson, Keith Jarrett, Rod Stewart, the list goes on. It was amazing. We replaced burnt out lightbulbs, put all the Christmas stuff out, and just hung out. It was lovely.
Sunday was another day with my son, and whilst I had great plans (go to the art gallery! Go skating!) we ended up spending most of the day at home. I dealt with what felt like (and was) months of collected detritus. It was very satisfying.
Last night, my son and I had dinner with a University roommate who lives a quarter around the world away (I know “half way around the world” sounds better, but it is inaccurate). I haven’t seen him in over 8 years. He lived with four women and none of us had sex with him in the three years we lived together (ever, actually). He’s still married to the woman he met when we were in school together. He trains elite athletes (think Olympics) and is 6’3″ and in pretty damn good shape himself. Like crazy good.
Don’t worry, there’s no sexy story about my sleeping with an old friend. I’m just not attracted to him that way.
BUT I did manage to see Tony on Sunday night. We had tentative plans on Saturday night but he had been in a sports tournament and was in way too much pain to come over. There was a bit of drama for me on Saturday night when I hadn’t heard from him, so I finally proactively texted him saying “I hope I’m not bugging you but I thought I would have heard from you by now on whether you are coming over this evening?”
His first response was that I would never bug him. It was sweet – and I was irritated he hadn’t taken the time to text me earlier, but I had also told him I didn’t need to know much in advance as I was home anyway. Trying not to be peevish, I figured I could tell him after the fact that I needed a bit more communication from him. He said 8 days would be too long to not see me, so he was coming over for sure on Sunday.
He arrived around 10pm and we listened to music, snacked, talked, and kissed. It is so comfortable and fun with him. One of the things I particularly like – and I know this is going to sound moronic – is that since he actually likes me for more than just the physical stuff, he’s not fast to get into my pants or under my shirt each time I see him. Yes, I know, it’s rather obvious.
Don’t get me wrong…there is still crazy strong chemistry between us. But while so many men would start with kissing and just keep going, he will pause. Touch me for a while during a conversation, then kiss me again. It’s also a great way to build up sexual tension.
I put on an old Ray Charles album (which I will get the title of if you want it) and it was smoking hot for making out to. That did us in, and we went upstairs to my bedroom.
I knew he needed to take it easy, so I wasn’t surprised that he just spent some time with his hands between my legs. He was ready to go to sleep after that and I started playing around him. No, the hydraulics issues aren’t gone yet. They are a bit better than the first couple of times we were together. Still, I got him all worked up and we ended up having sex. Our post-sex conversation was all about sex toys. He said he was intrigued that I had two drawers of them and was looking forward to using them on me. He told me he wanted to take a whole day with me and use them all.
I asked him if he had noticed the one on the floor (which I bought a few weeks ago and since I don’t think it looks that obvious just hadn’t bothered putting it away). He said he had, and had looked it up afterwards. It’s a stainless steel two ended thing made by NJoy. It is incredibly heavy and scary looking and can be used for both g-spot or prostate stimulation.
I told him it had never been used but I’d love for him to use it on me. He liked that thought.
We fell asleep first wrapped together, then just touching, and I had the alarm set for 6am.
At 3am I was awoken by the sound of my toilet flushing. A small child in flannel pyjamas wandered into my bedroom and looked very confused at the large male shape on the side of the bed that he usually crawls into.
Crap. This was a first.
I quickly went into my son’s room and soon learned what a colossal mistake it was to not just let him get into my bed (I had told Tony that it was a possibility, and he was okay with it). My son was having none of my plan to have him go back to sleep in his bed, even with me there.
I was awake for 2 hours with him. He was angry with me. He wanted to be in my bed. He didn’t want Tony to be. I felt pretty bad about the whole thing. I wasn’t at my best. I finally got him to sleep the first time by counting backwards from 500. No, that’s not a typo. Then he woke up again, and again. I think I need to start getting him to go back to his room when he wakes up. It might be time.
Tony and I woke up early and had some pretty good morning sex. I was paying attention to him and climbed on top and then he said “I need to get behind you, NOW” and pushed me over on to my knees. God, it was hot. When we were finished he collapsed on top of me and said “gosh, I could do that all day”. I liked the sound of that.
I made him an espresso and we chatted and flirted and then he realized I had to wake up my son and was going to be picked up by an airport limo in 20 minutes. Time to go. He told me to text him any time I was bored and I joked about his text messaging quantity and that I was worried I would be bugging him if I was always proactively texted him. He told me that wasn’t the case at all and I could text him all the time. He said he was inconsistent with texting: sometimes he was bored waiting for something to happen at work and other times he was super busy and couldn’t respond.
It feels really good, being with him. I feel, for lack of a better word, content. I know he likes me – we said so to each other. He is planning other dates for us. While I would love for him to be more effusive in his feelings, I know it’s probably going to take a bit of time. Right now, I’m willing to give it to him.