[dropcap]So just a quick recap. [/dropcap]
There were phone calls. A first date came and went with success. Then the date’s were on then off. Then on then off. Then there was a window that closed. A wall that went up. And yet somehow I was still feeling a chemical (fabricated I would guess almost entirely by my mind and desire to eventually get laid by someone not a stranger) attraction to The Nick Name. And one would assume he did not feel the same. But there he was. Just under a week later. On the day I finished my exams. Popping right back up.
of the year with work and Xmas functions.
The next morning I woke up. lol who am I kidding. I was on Christmas break. The next afternoon I woke up. And thought sure. Why not. So I responded to the previous night’s text. Something about having done absolutely no shopping yet and was he all ready for Christmas.
A friend is coming over tonight to wrap all of my presents and then yah I’m done! he quickly responded. Fun I said wrapping presents is my favorite thing to do! And that’s when it happened. Somewhere between attraction + opportunity – window + wall = me getting flirty (so unlike me). Well maybe my second favorite thing.
What’s your favorite? he asks. And it’s sort of off to the races from there. He tells me he’s had lots of thoughts about my lady bits (don’t worry my words not his). I wonder if it’ll happen with us. A second date not a future. I hope so he says Your sched. was crazy busy and mine got there when we got closer to xmas. Next week is pretty wide open…Wanna get together on the 29th? Dinner at my place?
Sure I text. Sounds good. And then he’s home from work. And the conversation really turns to. Well. Inappropriate for all your innocent eyes and naive ears. The thing is though. I’ve yet to find someone who did it as well as Intelligence Officer. I mean honestly. I don’t know if it was just the right time right place of our little scenario. Or what. But everything he said was perfect. He ebbed and I flowed. He flowed and I ebbed. He didn’t rush the convo. It was dirty. It was explicit. It was exactly what I wanted. (fix link)
But The Nick Name. It was. Er. Um. Okay. It was rushed. It was not the things I wanted. I mean it wasn’t like things I didn’t want or anything. But it lacked a certain. Throw down. A certain take charge. There was no verbal hair pulling to say the least. But I played along. Because I was horny. And happy (with life not with him) and frankly it was my Xmas break and why the fuck not. Until of course he asked the question all boys ask. Stupid boys. You gotta send me a sexy pic that I can use tonight. It’s not the using my pic that makes him stupid. That actually makes him awesome. Yes indeed. Go ahead and feed my ego. But asking a chick you barely know to send you a dirty pic in this day and age of nothing can be erased and everything comes out? Don’t be retarded. Obviously I responded more in a more demure and breezy fashion. But nonetheless with a not gonna happen.
His response. I will look at your pics on POF 🙂 No problem with that I think, in fact I encourage it. Have at ‘er. And that’s when I tell him I have to go. I have to get ready for tonight. Which ironically is my first date with ThePhD. His final message I want you !! Have fun tonight!!
The next day….
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