Monday, September 25, 2017

The Trouble With Mimosas

He looked like a scruffy Theo Huxtable, and they had been writing novellas to each other on the dating site.  Their compatibility was only 35%, but the way they could write back and forth was promising.  She figured that the guy tried hard enough, she might as well meet up with him and give him a chance.

For the first date, he decided on a breakfast buffet with bottomless mimosas.  In fact, he was so eager that he already had their second and third date planned before the first one came up.

She felt his eyes on her body as soon as she walked up, and it made her self-conscious.  Even when she was stick-thin she didn't think her body was anything to write home about.  She felt herself being reminded of Piz and how desired he had made her feel.  So far, this wasn't quite the same.

As the breakfast wore on they kept talking, he kept flirting.  He mentioned that he was wearing some satin PJs one night, and she challenged him to wear them on their first date.  He said he'd only wear them if she came in a tank top and leggings, which is what she was wearing in the sexy dream he had about her.

They loaded up on mimosas, and only had one plate of food each.  Their conversation never experienced pause, and eventually they ended up holding hands over the table.   As an ENFP he put her completely at ease.  His need for words of affirmation were a little overwhelming for her, but she found herself feeling so comfortable with him.

They ended up sharing their first kiss at the table.  His lips were full and sweet, and he was, as promised, a good kisser.

A haze filled swirl of booze and sexual chemistry later, and they ended up in her bed.  They ended up going much further than she ever intended, she wasn't sure what had come over her.  He was just so sweet, comfortable, and just the right amount of teasing.  She couldn't get over how fast it all had gone.

12 hours after the date had started, they had shared a late dinner and she drove him home.  He had already planned out their next two dates.

Monday, September 4, 2017

Goodbye Breakfast Dates

Mel didn't want to leave for 10 days not seeing her, so he asked to take her to breakfast the morning before he left.

He'd worked a graveyard shift and was blurry eyed when he texted that he was at the base of her building.  His sunglasses covered half his face, and he was leaning casually against the side of his car.

He apologized for the traffic that had made him late, and she leaned into him and reached up for a kiss.  It was sweet and playful, and any anger he might have had towards the traffic melted away.

The conversation was fun and easy as always.  She was always worried they were a few sentences away from not having anything to say to each other anymore, but something interesting always came up.  She would always laugh and tell him when he did something stupid, but how cute he was.

She realized he had never taken any of her quizzes and how crazy that seemed.  She made a mental note to have him take it when he got back.

He pulled up across the street from her work and parked the car.  He sweetly reached for her and kissed her gently, then more intensely.  It floored her how sexually charged they were when she hadn't given him a second thought a couple of months ago.  She told him to have an amazing time.

She sent him a message that she was already missing him.  He sent back "Awwwww, I'm gonna miss you too."

Friday, September 1, 2017

Driving Mr. Drunky

Her head had just hit the pillow, the taste of a good kiss still on her lips, when the intercom for the building rang her phone.

It was 21.  He was drunk, alone, and had lost his phone and his ID.  She buzzed him up and he was in her bathroom peeing for what felt like forever.  He was belligerent, repetitive, and annoying.  Without both a phone and an ID, she had no other real choice but to drive him home.  She couldn't even put him in an Uber because he couldn't tell her exactly where he lived.

"Far." He said.

They stopped by the bar where he thought he lost his ID and they told him they didn't have it.   She drove all the way out to the other side of town where eventually they got to his house.  He kept saying all the same things; how drunk he was, how he was missing out on a beautiful boy that he tried to follow into a bar but they wouldn't let him through the door because he didn't have his ID, how his friends had ditched him.

She figured she had nothing to lose and told him he ruined a perfectly awesome night.  "What were you doing?"

"Well I was out all night with JJ, and he was a perfect gentleman and we made out at the front of the building.  I really wanted that to be the last thing I thought about tonight.

"He wouldn't make out with you?  I'll make out with you." 21 responded.  "21 I'll never want to make out with you."

He was a mess.  Coming home the freeway was closed due to construction, so she took the sides streets home and ended up getting back home close to 6 AM.

She wasted the entire next day sleeping before her dinner plans at 5:30 PM.