I wrote the first part of this with tears drying on my face. Yes, I’m so very sad about Tony.
But this post isn’t about him.
The last time I saw him was in December right before I met Tony. It had been ten months since our last meeting. The December date was notable because I let him cum on my face (sidebar: that post is now one of my most popular, due to google searches).
I haven’t seen him since that date, and hadn’t heard from him since one odd and short text conversation the night of the Superbowl. As he had a few times before, he’d also contacted my friend Katharine on OKCupid, which he does every few months. She’s never responded back. Not sure what he’s trying to achieve by doing so… but it’s always been irritating.
Again – I haven’t seen him in five months, or heard from him in about four.
He texted me out of the blue. I was in a meeting, saw the text come in, and lost focus for a minute. I swear, I must be sending out some kind of “I’m single” bat signal into the universe. While some think his timing is highly suspicious (no, he doesn’t read my blog or talk to anyone I know), I think it’s just… actually I don’t know what the f*ck to think.
We got caught up a bit via text (we’ve never ever had a phone conversation). He said he’d been taking some time off to “focus on himself” but now he’s dating again. I asked him why he reached out after all this time, and he said:
Just to say hi, maybe hang out again. I thought you were a lot nicer and accommodating on our last date. 🙂 I liked it.
It made me laugh out loud because, first, I hate the “hang out” euphemism, and second, well, yeah… I paid for dinner (inadvertently), we had anal sex which he’d always wanted to do, I gave him a fantastic blow job, amazing sex, and oh yeah, let him cum on my face. What’s not to like?
In typical Shenanigans style, he’s annoying in text. But I know how to deal with him and we’ll see if he ever gets around to asking me if I’m free. I’m not sure what I will do if he does – it’s a matter of the ratio of annoyance to pleasure.
He doesn’t even particularly boost my ego by reaching out. He can’t hurt me, because I’m not emotionally attached to him. I can’t get bonded to him.
But, if I wanted to, I suppose I could f*ck him.