A week or so again, OKC alerted me that someone had liked my profile. Normally I can’t see likes on OKC b/c I don’t pay for the service, but once in awhile, OKC wants me to know about one. And once in awhile, I actually look. And once in awhile, I’m actually interested. And sometimes out of that, the person messages me after I like them back. This was one of those times.
Nerd Boy looked Hot AF in his pics. Like the type of guy who can wear eyeliner and makeup and look hot (not that he was…but I could see it). And we seemed to really hit it off my messaging. It was clear he had his choice of women, so I had certain expectations…and then he kind of blew all of them up by letting me know he was into comic books, D&D, and bowling. Um…huh? But I kind of like that. Hot normal guys are fun, but boring. Hot nerdy guy? Bring it on.
We met early on Saturday b/c he had to be up insanely early on Sunday. I got to the bar a couple minutes before him and was not at all disappointed when he walked in. However, I don’t know about our chemistry. It was pretty comfortable, lots of laughing, but there was something that seemed like it was preventing full on chemistry. And yet…when he kissed me it was a great great kiss. It just worked. So we did end up going back to my place where we had really really great sex. But…there was that piece that just seemed to be holding back animalistic sex. Was it lack of chemistry? Lack of trust? I don’t know. I do know I really enjoyed him. And I do know that I thought he was hot AF. And the average hotness of guys I have fucked recently has been pretty damn high. (Oddly, the less I have time to give a shit about getting ready to meet someone, the hotter the partners are for sex…hmmm)
So again, I don’t know if we’ll fuck again. I’m happy if we do. Fine if we don’t. I do have a supposed 3some with the super hot bi guy lined up, so maybe that will play out this week.
And, btw, as a woman who allows myself to be used as a sex object on MY terms (terms that have nothing to do with food), fuck Pence and his fucking attitude that women can’t dine with men. That’s just discrimination. And if I want to fuck someone, food is not necessary (when was the last time I fucked after a meal? I don’t even know). I’m smarter than most men I work with and have to work twice as hard because men support each other and not women as much…but at least most of those men have the decency not to treat me like all I am is a vagina.