Makes an Ass of You and Me

I should really stop making assumptions about things before they happen. Having had a very definite scenario in my mind of how the weekend was going to go, I was completely taken aback by the reality.
I met D on Friday night as planned. He arrived late so I went home and met him at my flat. I don't know whether it was nerves but he immediately starting teasing me about having tidied my room in anticipation of his arrival. This was true but he pressed the point as if to suggest I was obviously enamoured to have made such an effort (no, I just didn't want you to see my dirty knickers and spot cream). Once he saw he could get a reaction, he teased me about everything which I don't take well from people I love let alone people I barely know. We went out to a couple of pubs near my flat and I realised I didn't remotely fancy him and in fact found him really annoying. This posed a problem because he was due to be staying over so I decided the only recourse was to just get drunk and make the best of it. I'm ashamed to say that even though I wasn't into him, I still slept with him. I couldn't put him anywhere else as we don't have a spare room and was too tired to try and make excuses as to why I wasn't up for sex. It was rubbish and I felt really quite hollow afterwards. As if to make matters worse, when we finally turned off the light at 4am he snored at an astonishing volume, to the point where I grabbed a blanket and went out to curl up on the sofa. I managed about two hours sleep and in the morning was so ratty I told him I had to get ready to go home so he needed to go. I hope he doesn't contact me, I'm not sure after seeing what he's really like I'd be able to be polite about letting him down.

As a result I went back home to my parents feeling tired and low. Unfortunately I had no way of offloading because I was due to meet my friend who's just had her second child. It was her husband's birthday and we were all due to be going out to dinner. It turned out to be a lovely evening but apart from one other bloke, I was the only single person there. I tried not to let it get to me but of course it played on my mind the whole time. I was driving too so I couldn't even drink to take the edge off. All in all I think I managed the whole situation rather well, baby-holding and diet coke consumption included.

I had been thinking constantly about my Sunday 'date' with myspace boy of course, especially after he text me late on Saturday night. My imaginings about the day had grown to terrifying fantasies about him rocking up to the flat with whips, chains and a gimp mask for an exhausting and painful session. I was supposed to contact him on my return to the city but almost didn't due to almost overwhelming fears of my own inadequacy. I showered when I got home and as I did my make up and got dressed I realised I really didn't want to give into fear and possibly miss out on a great new experience so I called him. He seemed pleased to hear from me and was at my flat within the hour, having suggested we go for a drink (a very welcome and normal idea!). I needn't have worried. He arrived looking as gorgeous as I'd remembered and we went off to the pub together for a lovely, giggly couple of hours. Every now and again he'd touch my leg or kiss me and I was getting more and more impatient to be alone with him. When we got back to the flat we lasted about 10 minutes before moving into the bedroom. It was amazing, truly amazing and such a good way to wipe out the grubby experience of Friday. I was worried about what his reaction to my body would be given that fact that he spends time around female models but he seemed to find me attractive and his appreciation of me made me gradually more confident until I completely let go. He was skilled but not as controlling as I was expecting. He didn't stay over which I was happy with but asked to see me this Friday, rang me when he got home and IM'd me this morning. I am not remotely considering the possibility of a relationship with this boy. He's too young and far too promiscuous (not that I can talk) for it to be a possibility but for as long as he's happy to be fuck buddies I'll be more than happy with that.