Let me take you back, since I’m writing a bit out of sequence. Two weeks ago, I was experiencing a slowly disappearing man and had rekindled and quickly snuffed out my interactions with Tony.
Mr. Fetlife hadn’t responded to a text for several days, and the Teacher who was super keen ended up not being able to make any date work before a two-week vacation, so he was out of the picture.
The Accountant was being kind of creepy. He and I had pretty much stopped texting. He didn’t ask me out again, but if he had I’d decided to give it another chance. But then he came across my profile on Adult Friend Finder and his interest was reinvigorated. He messaged me there and on OK Cupid. He started texting me again.
He told me he’d taken my AFF profile pic (it’s half in shadow), lightened it, and said I looked great. It felt creepy.
I reached out to my friend Hy who I figured was an expert in these things. She wasn’t as fussed as I was, asking me whether I honestly thought it was the first man who’d done that with my pictures. She suggested – and I agreed – that the Accountant was probably simply excited to meet someone who he connected with on multiple levels.
There were some other men who had reached out to me on POF and OKC but nobody had gotten to a point where they were worth writing about.
On Wednesday, I was staring down my weekend and it looked pretty bleak – two gorgeous summer nights and days and nobody to fill my time. I had a party coming up so I would see many of my friends then. My Friday dinner with my girlfriend was the only social engagement I had.
I was still talking to some men on FetLife. One in particular had been interested since last Fall and since he lives a couple hours outside of town, the timing didn’t ever work. Until last Saturday. I agreed to meet him during the day when I still thought I might see Tony that night. We decided on lunch on a patio in my neighborhood.
After waking up after the beating, going to a tennis lesson, masturbating, and sleeping, I met my new Fetlife friend for lunch. I was ravenous.
It was a completely fine couple of hours. Decent conversation, a good connection, all around just fine. I was not measuring him against my relationship criteria – he lived too far away for that. But he was a potential regular fuck buddy should we hit it off, and admittedly my criteria for that are still much higher than they used to be.
I was on a deadline, however. One of the things I put on Craigslist as part of my summer to-do list had sold and I was meeting the guy in a convenience store parking lot. When I asked him what he was driving, he said “a grey road bike”. I had a good laugh over that. I was pretty sure I wasn’t about to be abducted by a dude on a bicycle.
I figured it wouldn’t hurt to bring my new friend with me. So he accompanied me to the exchange ($70 richer and one less thing in my house!) and then I asked him if he wanted to come for a drink at my place.
We talked for a while longer and I started to get frustrated. He made no moves on me whatsoever. This wasn’t some first date of eHarmony for crying out loud – this was FETLIFE. I’m not sure how the conversation turned, but I mentioned what I’d done the night before and my resulting bruises, and he asked to see them. So I stood up, pulled up my dress, pulled down my lace boyshorts, and showed him.
That finally seemed to get things going. He kissed me, we went upstairs to my bedroom, and he took charge. He was dominant. He worshipped my ass. He took pictures with my good camera. He asked if I had a butt plug (no, we didn’t use the big red one lol). He used his belt to add to the bruises – which freaked me out at first but I actually liked it.
We fucked. I’m trying to get caught up on writing so no play-by-play this time. It was good. Not great, but not bad. Had I not been fucking him I probably would have been laying in bed moping about and masturbating. So all in all, it was a better use of my time.
He was a nice guy. Easy to be around. Keen to see me again later that night, so I had to artfully decline. I didn’t want to tell him I was going on a date…I felt it was unnecessary. I just told him I had dinner with a friend and had to get ready for it.
He’s subsequently been in touch regularly on Fetlife and has made it very clear he wants to see me again. He won’t be back in town for a while, so I don’t have to actively manage him and worry about hurting his feelings. I’ve learned I have a maximum capacity for men in my stable – if it goes above that number I end up acting like the douchebags I can’t stand. And I believe in life – including dating – I should act with as much grace and honor as I possibly can.
We’ll see how that works out for me.