What is a Girl to Do?

Things are changing.

I really like Mr. Nice Guy. We are talking on the phone every night since we live in different cities. It kind of feels like high school. But, I enjoy the conversation. He is over-complimentary to me. He is always telling me how beautiful or amazing I am. It's weird. So different that what I had with The Ex.

This weekend I am making a trip for a friends wedding and to see him. I wrote that sentence and thought about because am I talking about seeing The Ex? Or Mr. Nice Guy? And, I left the sentence the way it way because I will probably see both of them. The Ex and I have joint custody of two dogs and I would really like to see the dog that he has custody of.

I am definitely looking forward to seeing Mr. Nice Guy. I am thinking that I may be ready to sleep with him. I didn't want to before because I actually liked him, so I didn't want to rush things. It's so easy with him. I feel like myself, more than I ever have with anyone else. I feel like so far, other than the traveling no real effort has to be put in this relationship. It just happens.

So, do I see TDH tonight? Or No?

He wants me to come by the bar that he works at and see him and Lemons. It would be nice to flirt for a minute. Here is how I picture it: I walk in in a jean miniskirt and heels. They think I look hot and are happy to see me. Talk to them for a few minutes and enjoy the flirting, then leave. I don't want anything to happen with them, but I still want to flirt and get that exhilaration of having two guys want me.

Selfish. I know.

Had a job interview today. It went really well and it is a job I would LOVE.

Let's hope I get it.

Is a Relationships still a Relationship if You Don't Call it That??

Things with Mr. Nice Guy are fantastic.

Last weekend he came to visit me, even though I am in my new city which is almost two hours away. I was missing him horribly. Which is a bad sign if you are dating a guy when you aren't sure you want to be in a relationship and he is sure that he wants to be.

Does any of this make sense?

As I have mentioned before, I haven't been single that long. I got out the relationship with the ex and I have dated several guys but still not single for long. I thought it would be at least a year before I had a relationship again. How do you know when you are ready?

Now, my circumstances with The Ex were different. I had to be ready to leave him before I would have the courage to do it. So, in my mind, I was checked out way before I actually told him. We had been together a long time and I really loved him but I had to get out. I couldn't handle the issues that he had. I don't care to go into it here, because some things are private, but suffice it so say it was not a healthy situation.

So, do my circumstances change the amount of time I need before I date someone seriously again?

TDH called me today and wants to see me this weekend. Do I want to see him? I'm not sure.

I have decided to play it by ear. I can't let a really great guy that I love spending time with slip through my fingers. He is amazing. When I am with him I am completely myself. He makes me laugh which is always number one on my list. And, he is the most caring person I have ever met.

The highlight of my weekend?
Cuddling.

Observe.

Some Observations.

There are too many people in the world that don't know how to be single. They make it messy. They meet people that obviously are not a good fit for them and drag it out. Keep dating them. String them along. People get hurt. Hearts can be broken. The interesting thing about this phenomena is that they realize within a couple dates that this relationship won't work out, or the person has characteristics that they don't like and they KEEP DATING THEM.

I don't get it.

I know someone who dated a guy for a while who was not right for her mainly because he had personal issues he needed to resolve. She kept seeing him and was pretty attached. And when it all fell apart, as it always does in these situations, she was hurt. Looking back, I am sure she realizes if she had ended it when she saw the signs she would have been better off.

Hindsight is always 20/20.

I haven't been single long. I was the The Ex for a long time and I learned so much about myself. I learned that when I met him I didn't know who I was. And people who have no identity have no business dating. I lost myself in him. Which is an absolute shame because I am an interesting intelligent woman. It has taken me a while now to regain what I had lost and become whole again. I don't want to repeat that pattern that I had with The Ex so I am uber conscious when dating now. I look for the signs. Does he seem controlling? Do I apologize too much to him? Do I pretend to be interested in things I don't like to appease him? So far, I haven't done any of those things but when you are in your early twenties you sometimes want to be in love so much that you fall in love with the idea of it instead of the person. Or, at least, that is what happened to me.

Things with Mr. Nice Guy are still good. No sex yet. Wednesday night we slept together and he held me all night.

It felt right.

Choices.

I heard from Hottie on Saturday. He wanted me to meet him at a bar but I was on a date with Mr. Nice Guy. I know what would've happened had I shown up. We would have had a few drinks and then gone back to his place. There is no real potential for dating there. (He has some personal things going on that I don't want to be involved in) But the man is beautiful. I told him I would be in town in two weeks. We left it at that.

I don't know that I want to see him at all though. I really like Mr. Nice Guy and an don't want to mess this up. It's strange, I was not looking for a relationship at all. I wanted to date and have fun. Which, I am. We are not exclusive, but I can see that is where this is headed. I'm not sure how I feel about that. On, the one hand I REALLY like him and enjoy his company. He makes me laugh which is sooo important to me. On the other, I was having a great time being single and I am not ready to give that up. So, for now at least, I am not going to. I am going to have fun but keep it from getting to serious. I will take it a day at a time.

Mr. Nice Guy and I still have not had sex. We have fooled around a little and something happened that concerned me. He does not manage his "situation." I thought that by our generation men knew the rules concerning this. I understand men wanting us to be taken care of in that area. It makes oral sex alot more fun. But, HELLO! We want the same courtesy from you!!!!! I love giving blow jobs. I can't say this enough. But I don't want hairy balls. I can't handle that. It's so not sexy. But, how do I bring this up without crushing him? I know he would be so embarrassed. Should I overlook it? Can I? I'm not sure. This is really perplexing me.

Other than that, so far the fooling around is good. He tends to have a bit of ADD when it comes to fingering me.
We were in bed and he moved his hand down my stomach to the top of my panties. I moaned a little to let him know that it felt good and he slipped his hand inside my panties. Immediately he found my clit. He was massaging it perfectly. I was squirming and moaning. He actually moved his body down toward my pussy so he could see it while he worked. It was hot. Then, when it was feeling really good and I was covering my face with a pillow, he stopped. He moved his fingers inside me, and that felt good too. He was pumping them in and out. My back arched. I moaned louder. And again he stopped. I understand building up the orgasm. But I am almost positive he wasn't doing that on purpose. I think he just thought he should alternate between the two for me to cum. I don't work like that. Once you find out what feels good and are doing it, DON'T STOP!!! Not until I moan, my back arches, I grab onto you and you feel the kegels tighten around you and I moan louder. Then I cum. Then you can stop.

I can teach that though. And I will, the next time I see him.

Dating Mr. Nice Guy

An interesting thing happened this week. After all the drama and craziness of TDH, Lemons and the Future Archaeologist, I started dating someone completely new. And I like him.

I wanted to post before now, but honestly I have been so busy I haven't had the time. Our first date was about a week ago and it was different than any other date I have been on. It seemed so natural. I didn't have to pretend with him, there were no games, it was just two people talking and enjoying the company of one another.

After the first date, I was concerned because, well, he is so NICE. I have never been with a guy that wasn't at least a 1/3 asshole and Mr. Nice Guy was so genuinely nice that I questioned it. He made NO MOVES the first date. He held my hand, put his hand on the small of my back, and smiled when I was telling a story. At the end of the night, no kiss.

I was in shock.

The second date we went to hear his friend sing in a band. She was amazing. And again, it was so comfortable. He was making me laugh and I was myself.

My last relationship I wasn't allowed to be myself. That is a really hard statement for me to make because I am an incredibly independent person and I never thought I would be in that situation, but I was. I made changes to myself to appease him and I lost myself in the process. I feel like I am back to who I was before we met, before we became a couple, before I got lost in all the fighting.

And now, with Mr. Nice Guy, I am able to be out with a man and feel like I am adored. It's strange.

And anyway, I kissed him.

I didn't think he was going to go for it without my okay so while we were playing pool and we had been laughing about something, I leaned into him and kissed him. He was receptive and closed his eyes and locked his lips with mine. It was slow, and soft, and I remember what he smelled like. I normally don't feel this doe eyed when it comes to guys...but something is different here.

We spent the following four days together. In between work and other committments we spent every evening together (and a few mornings) for the last four days. And, we haven't even had sex! I KNOW! I AM AS SHOCKED AS YOU! But, I like him, and don't want to rush it. So, we are enjoying each others company and seeing where things go.

Right now I live in two cities. One is my old city but I still have a house there and some committments but I have moved to another city two hours away. So, I am in the new city and Mr. Nice Guy is in the old. It's so unfortunate I didn't meet him earlier and we might have more time together. But, for now we are going to play it by ear.

Earlier today we were on the phone and he told me he just wanted me in his arms again. And, as cheesy as it sounds, that is all I can think about.

The Boss.

So, on Sunday TDH calls me and wants me to come over. I get to his house and he is playing XBOX with his brother and some of his brothers friends. One of the guys is a friend of a friend of his and he looks strangely familiar.

I try to blow it off and I watch them play for a few minutes. They are playing for money ( I know lame) so I am trying not to interrupt. But, the one kid looks so familiar.

THEN IT HITS ME.

I used to be his boss.

He has on headphones and can't hear anything I am saying. I turn to TDH's brother and ask, "What's his name?"
"Sam."
"I used to be his boss."

TDH suddenly is interested in the conversation. He YANKS the headphones from Sam's head and says, "Dude! Was she your boss?!?!?!"
Sam looks at me for a minute.
"Yeah at INSERTBIGBOXRETAILERHERE"
He pauses for a minute and adds, "Dude, she fired me."
Everyone starts laughing. I remember firing that kid. He no called, no showed for a few days and I had to pull him in my office and let him go.
I don't know why but I kind of feel embarrassed at this point cause everyone is laughing at Sam.
Oh, well. They left soon enough.

After TDH's brother and friends left we started kissing and he was running his hand up my thighs. Within a minute or two my shorts and panties were off and we were kissing and he was fingering me. Just like last time he had me moaning like crazy and I came in record time.

I took off his pants and pulled down his boxers. He was hard. His cock was so thick and big. I had never been with a guy with a dick that big. I put my hands around it and started licking the sides. He was moaning. This only encouraged me. I kept my hand going up and down the shaft and I started sucking on the head. He moaned. I sucked harder. Finally, I was taking as much of him in as I could.

He was getting a little too excited and had me stop. He moved me to the middle of the bed and put my legs on either side of him was about to enter me and he stopped.
He looked me in the eyes and he said, "I have two rules. One, you can't say stop. Two, you can't say no."
I thought about it for a minute. "I'm good with that."
He had to go slow, because of his size and I gasped the further he went. It felt soooo good but DAMN! he is big. He leaned into me, all 6'8'' of him and nuzzled his head into my neck. He was moaning and sucking me ear.
"You can't do that." I said.
"Why?"
"It feels too good."
He laughed and kissed my neck and ear and I was WRITHING under him. Moaning and sweating.
His body is so much bigger than mine. Everything was different than any experience I have ever had just because of his sheer size. He got on his knees and lifted my ass up to him and physically moved my body to match his thrusts. HOT.

After imitating many positions I have only seen in the Kama Sutra, he laid me down on the bed on my stomach and put my legs together. He is tall enough that he had his legs on the outside of my thighs and entered me that way. It was so tight but felt amazing. He was groaning and breathing hard. I held onto the headboard and moaned. LOUDLY. He came. TDH was holding onto my hips tighter than any other man I have slept with.

When we were done he said "Wow, you are uh, definitely a moaner."
"Yeah, most guys put a pillow over my face."
"I thought about it! But it was hot! I didn't want you to stop but I was kinda afraid you were going to get me kicked out of my apartment."
I laughed.
He continued. "That was good. That was really good."
"YEAH, it was."

It's been two days and my legs are still shaking.

Choices.

Man, I have to update more often. Soooo much has happened.

Saturday, I get a call from TDH. I was hanging out at a friends house at the time. TDH wanted to know what I was up to, I told him I was busy and he said he had to be at work at nine, but if I wanted to come over that would be cool.
I told him I would think about it.
So, later I texted him and told him I was free and headed over to his place. He looked so good. Casual, jeans and a T-Shirt, but he had that smell that only men can have. He had just gotten out of the shower and I just wanted to devour him right then.

Instead we started watching TV and talking. He was teasing me about something and I leaned back on his bed in embarrassment. I was wearing a skirt and a tank top. He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh until he reached my panties. I let out a little moan. He moved my panties to the side and started fingering me. It was hot. He knew exactly what to do to make me crazy. I grabbed him and was kissing him and he kept working his fingers against my clit. I was moaning in his mouth, and come to think of it, he was moaning too.
I came. Within minutes. We kept making out and before I knew it he was ready for round two. This kept going on and within about a half hour I came 3 times! OMG!
He didn't have alot of time left before he had to be at work, so he got up and I layed face down on his bed, unable to move. Cumming three times in that time period does things to a girl. He looked down at me from the foot of the bed and said "Mmm" and ran his hands from my calves all the way up to my ass. Grabbed my ass and then put two fingers inside of me and moved them in and out quickly. I was moaning and writhing against the bed. All I kept saying was, "I hate you."
"Why?"
"Cause feeling this good should be illegal."
And, I came again.

He got up to get ready for work and we talked for a few minutes. He said he liked how wet I get and couldn't wait for me to give him a blow job. Quite frankly, I can't wait either. He has a huge, perfect dick. And I want to suck it.

Later that night I went back to the bar. Not to drink, but just to see some friends. I felt someone come up behind me and cover my eyes with their hands. I tried pulling them off but to no avail. Finally, they released me and moved to my left. It was Hottie. He looked gorgeous. The eyes, perfect hair, great smile.
We talked for a few minutes about work and hockey. He loves hockey and I am a fan of a certain Texas team. Then things warmed up a bit.
Hottie looked at me and said, "You look hot tonight."
"Thanks."
"So, when are you going to suck my cock?"
I laughed and didn't answer. He was getting ready to leave and we hugged. I really wanted to follow him but I have this fear of being a dirty whore. I'm not. Really. I know that right now all evidence points the contrary, but I am not a whore. I love sex to the point of being a nympho but that's it.

After he left I texted him. "I would have done it tonight but you seemed busy."
I got a text back, "Should I give you directions now or when you are on your way."

DAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMN.

I wanted to say yes but I knew I shouldn't so I ended the conversation.
Somebody kill me now because I am going to kick my own ass for this later.

Karma.

It's been a long weekend. A completely awesome weekend, so awesome in fact that I am having a hard time putting the details in order in my head...but I will try.

So, Friday, the BFF, another friend Bex, and I decided to go back to the bar. I was up for it b/c I thought it would give me another chance to see TDH and Lemons. Bex and I came in together and I walked up to the bar to get a drink. I spotted Lemons right away. He walked up to me and said, "How you doin'?" Just like Joey on Friends. I laughed and ordered my drink.

Right then, TDH sat down next to me and put his arm around me. He hugged me and kept his arm around my waist. "Hey, I'm glad you came back." I smiled and sipped my drink. Lemons came up on the other side and put his arm around my shoulder.
TDH looked at him and said, "She's mine."
Lemons said, "Oh, no. She's mine."
TDH stood up.
Lemons is very cute, but about 5'9''. So when TDH stood up in all his 6'8'' granduer Lemons conceded. They are friends, and it was all in good fun so I laughed. They walked away and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

That is until I turned around and guess who was standing there?

Future fucking Archeaologist. (btw FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK is all that was going through my head. I glance at the table where my girlfriends are sitting and they are laughing and smiling. TDH walks up to Future Archeaologist and says, "You're cut off. Get the fuck out." He's joking. He always does this. I usually get cut off before my first drink. He pulls F.A. out of his barstool and leads him to the door. I follow. BFF and Bex follow behind me. TDH goes back inside. I turn to F.A. and say "So, your the biggest bastard I've ever met in my life."
F.A.- "What?? Why?"
Me- "Uh, you don't return text messages? You can't negotiate terms with me and not follow thru. I texted you like a week ago and I haven't heard from you."
F.A.- "I talked to you 2 days ago."
Me- "You did?"
F.A.- "Yeah, and you sent me a fucked up text."
Me- "I did? Had I been drinking?"
F.A.- "I don't know but it was messed up." (pulls out phone and reads text)
Text says- "Well, I guess your not interested. Which is too bad for you because I am out and I am horny."
F.A. turns to me and says, "See? Thats messed up. I was interested."
Me-(feeling like an idiot) "Sorry. Really sorry. Are we cool?"
F.A.- (pulling me into him, and putting his head close to mine) "As long as I get to stick my dick in your mouth, between your tits, or inside you we are cool."
Me- "Ok, we're cool then."

My friends watched the conversation and we all went back to our table. While I was talking TDH came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders. Then Lemons came by and grazed my thigh with his hand. The only thing I kept thinking is THIS IS THE FUCKING TWILIGHT ZONE!!!! This kind of stuff DOES NOT happen to me. Ever. BFF and Bex thought it was hilarious. They kept asking me what I was going to do. I said I was going to get another drink. I walked up to the bar and Future Archeaologist came up and slapped my ass.
"Go home with me now." he said.
"I can't. I am Bex's ride."
"Let her take your car."
"I didn't know you were going to be here...maybe if you had texted me and told me. But I can't do that to my friend."
"I know your right."
So, we sat there for a second and weighed our options. Finally, I told him since he was ready to leave I would walk him out. We get to his car (Which was a red Mustang. OF COURSE, its a red Mustang) and he pushes me against it and starts grinding against me. He kisses me hard. I feel his tongue in my mouth and he is pulling my hair while still grinding his hips into mine. He leans into my ear, "Go home with me."
I am almost to the point where I can't say no, but I mutter a "I can't..."
"Get in the fucking car." he says.
"I can't get in your car."
"Get in the fucking car now."
He gets in and opens the passenger side door. I slide in. He grabs me and pulls my hair and starts kissing me. I feel my hand go for his crotch. I unbutton his pants and feel his cock. It's hard and perfect. He bites my lips and down to my neck. I feel his hand on the back of my head pushing it down. I knew I wanted to go down on him. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick and start sucking. He immediately puts his head against the headrest and lets out a long, deep moan. I moan with his cock in my mouth and keep my hand going up and down in unison with my head. I am on all fours in the seat and I am totally enjoying sucking his dick.

It had been a long time since I had done this. He started slapping my ass which only excited me more. I was probably in his car for about 45 minutes when I hear my phone going off. I know its my friends and they are probably worried. I suck harder and he cums in my mouth. I keep going until I am sure he is finished and has let out the longest, deepest moan I have ever heard.

He is "basking" and I tell him I have to go, but he should call me. We make out again for a second and he moves my hand down to show me that he is hard again. I tell him I really have to go and I go back inside.

Well, I head to the table and Bex immediately says, "We have a bet going. I bet BFF a beer that you were just talking." I said, "Yeah, we were just talking."
"I told you!" Bex shouts, looking at BFF.
BFF takes one look at me and says. "They weren't talking. Look at her lips. They are all red and she doesn't have lip gloss on anymore."
Fuck.

I head to the ladies room to put myself together. We end up having a great time talking and Lemons and TDH come over and talk a few times. BFF had to go home but Bex, Lemons, TDH and I all went to IHOP after they closed down the bar.

We talk and joke around and they are cracking us up. They take pictures of us with their cameras and Lemons is wearing his aviator shades. When we leave, we all say our goodbyes in the parking lot. I hug Lemons and he heads for his SUV. TDH is riding with him. TDH hugs me tight. I only come up to his chest. I tell him how ridiculous it is that I come up to his elbows. He says I make a good arm rest. I laugh and let him hold me. After a minute he says, "Let me see those lips." And we kiss. It was slow, passionate, and perfect. I walk over to my car and get in. Bex looks at me, "What are you going to do?"

I have no idea.

So Not That Girl.

It's taken me a couple days to write this. I had the craziest night on Thursday.

First, let me say that I am not that girl. I'm not smooth, even though I try to be. I am loud, and crazy, and fun...but this night was ridiculous. I don't know what else to say.

I met my friend Candy, a true crazy girl, at a bar that we frequent. She had just gotten off work and it was pretty late. I go there often enough that I know some of the people that work there and on Thursdays its not too busy so you can just kind of hang out.

Well, I had worn a cute jean skirt that showed plenty of leg and a tank top. I didn't put a whole lot of thought into how I dressed that night since we were just meeting for a drink.
Right when I walked in I saw this HOTTIE that I used to work with. I hadn't seen him in a while, and he looked sooo good. Beautiful green eyes. Fantastic smile. We hugged and it was strange because he didn't let go. It was a long hard hug. I liked it. He said that he was really glad to see me and wanted my number. I gave it to him and he had to work in the morning so he left. About 3 minutes after he left I received a text from Hottie saying that "It was awesome to see you. You really should call or text me sometime and we can hang out." I have no idea how or why but this texting continued until about 1:30 in the morning and somehow got dirty. He told me he thought I was hot. I told him I thought he was hot. And we made plans to hook up sometimes. WHAT THE HELL??? Ok. cool. Me and Hottie. Together at last. Ahem. While all the texting was happening some other crazy shit happened.
I am friends with the bouncer at the bar, Tall Dark and Handsome (TDH) , a very good looking HUGE guy. He is 6'8''. No joke. I was sitting at the bar talking to some people and he came up in front of me and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. It was quick. No one noticed. Except for me. His hand felt sooo good.

There is also a very cute bartender there, Lemons, who was talking to Candy and I. Lemons is hilarious. Cute in a rocker boy kinda way. He had silver aviator shades on his head, great smile and freckles. I have had a crush on him for a while, but he had a girlfriend. We were chatting it up and having a great time. He walked back over the bar and I leaned into Candy and told her I wished he was single. Candy said, "He is. He and his girlfriend broke up." HELLO!!!
When he came back we started flirting. Candy had to play wing woman and said, "You know, Nik has really soft lips. "
"Oh, she does?"
"Yeah, why don't you kiss her."
I smiled, and he bent down to me and we kissed. His lips were soft too. He locked his lips with mine and I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. Not forcefully, but confidently. It was hot.

I went back to our table and was talking to friends when TDH came up with Lemons. TDH told me that when I had bent down earlier he had seen my underwear peaking out of the top of my skirt. I said, "These?" and pulled my skirt down a little for them to see that I had on black boyshorts with pink polka dots. Lemons and TDH kept saying, "Oh, those are hot."

I had been talking to Candy about how I wanted to get my nipples pierced the next day. Lemons said, "I don't know...You have to have really perky breasts to pull that off. Yours look perky, but you never know. Could be the bra."
I told him, "You just offended me. I have really perky tits."
"Prove it."
I smiled, but didn't move. He took his hand up to my tank top and pulled my breast out of my bra. (we were not in view of anyone, last call was over and the bar was closing)
"Wow. Those are nice. And perky"

I laughed and we all decided to go to IHOP after. We were at our table and TDH said he wanted to see more of my panties later. Lemons agreed. I, half jokingly said "At the same time? You guys would do that?"
Lemons said he had no problem with it.
TDH had no problem either.
I looked at Candy.
She had the biggest grin on her face and text messaged me. "Go for it girl!"
I told them not tonight. It isn't that I wasn't interested. I was. God, I was. But I didn't want to make that decision based on how much I had to drink.

I am SO NOT THAT GIRL! I like sex as much as the next girl but everything that had happened that night was crazy. Doesn't happen to me. Ever.

When we went to leave, TDH asked me what my plans were and I offered to give him a ride so he didn't have to ride with Lemons. When we pulled up to his place we talked for about an hour. He is an interesting guy. Does alot of traveling and had some great stories about growing up in Chicago. When he was about to get out of the car he leaned toward me and kissed me. Slowly. It was a great kiss. We kissed for a couple of minutes and I told him, "I really have to go. Its almost 5 a.m."

Within two minutes of leaving his door I had a text message saying "I love your lips, I just want more of them."

And more he shall have.

Randomness.

I can't believe I forgot to post this last night. As, I was leaving the bar orange shirt guy that I had been flirting with the eyes with all night was standing in the vestibule near the door. It was POURING like a freaking monsoon. And orange shirt guy and his friends were standing in the doorway.
He looked at me and said, "It's raining."
Well, duh.
I told him, "Thats cool. I don't melt."
He said, "Lets have a wet t-shirt contest." I said sure, so we walked outside and stood in the rain. His friends were laughing and said he was cheating and should take off his shirt.
AND HE DID.
He had some nice tats. So, I asked him about them. We talked for a minute out in the rain and I told him I had one. I turned around and showed him my triquetra.
He said, "Sweet. Thats fucking awesome."
I said, "Well, I have to go. Have fun!"

And I walked away. Left him shirtless in the rain. Kinda wish I hadn't just flirted with the eyes in the bar and had actually walked over and talked. Oh, well. Maybe I will see him there another time.

Buzzed.

Tonight I went out with the BFF. We have been friends for a few years now. She is amazing. We started out working together, and it progressed into a strong friendship that I am very thankful for. She is alot of fun too, which helps.

We went out for dinner to begin with. Italian. I told her about Alabama Boy and how I am excited if he comes this weekend. She listened to the "For real" message and thought it was funny as I did. I knew there was a reason we are friends.

After dinner, we did a little shopping and then went to a bar. I am a bar girl. I like dive bars. Dark places where the bartenders are cool as shit and there is a jukebox. I used to be a DJ so I appreciate any place that lets ME pick the music. We were having a good time and I was scoping a couple of guys. At the other end of the bar there was a cute but not too cute guy in a blue shirt. He seemed engrossed in what was going on on the TV. It was baseball, basketball, something like that. I am not really sure which sport, it switched between the two and I was drinking my signature. (Malibu and Red Bull with a shot of Orange Vodka dropped in) He was cute, in an unassuming way. I don't think he knew he was cute. I like guys like that. Not too cocky. After much persuading from the BFF I bought him a shot. She asked the bartender what kind of shot he would like, and he told us, and I bought it. Easy enough. Except that it wasn't. I haven't been single too long and for some reason I was very weird about buying him a shot but I did it. And guess what. He was a cocky sonofabitch. Thats my guess anyway. He checked me out a few times after that, but only when I wasn't looking at him. Maybe he was shy. I don't know. Guys need to realize they would get a LOT more ass if they weren't fucking shy. *sigh* Oh, well. There is always tomorrow. I just miss blow jobs SOOOOOOOOO badly. For real. I know its crazy. Get off my ass. If you do it right, blow jobs are awesome. Hot guy, in your back pocket, because you made him crazy with your mouth. Doesn't get any better than that.

Made it home safely. Now going to bed.

P.S. Alabama Boy called me when I got home to make sure I was safe. I appreciate that. I don't know what to make of our situation. I am just going to enjoy it and see where it leads.

For Real.

So, last night I get a text from Alabama Boy. He says that he is thinking about coming to visit me this weekend. What?!?!?!?! I mean, yes, of course I want him to come. But I was surprised to say the least.

In fact, I really really want him to come. We talk to easily. It would be nice to have one of our great conversations face-to-face. He makes me laugh. I cannot tell you how important that is. No sense of humor? Then I can't date you, be with you, talk to you. Yesterday, we were on the phone, and I kept saying "For real" at the end of my sentences. I think I was overtired so instead of using good adjectives to tell my story I added "For real" instead. Lame, but I digress. So, we get off the phone and I get a picture message from him. He has an incredulous look on his face and the phone says "press OK to hear audio." Hmmm.... I pressed OK and there was a 30 second message of him saying "For real? For real, for real? No, you've got to be kidding. For real?" It went on and on.

His ability to make fun of me said so much. I was laughing at his message and thinking about how odd it is that he makes me happy from so far away.

I don't know what is going to come of us, but I think that eventually, it could be something good.

Negotiation.

Okay, so, he started things off by saying that there would be making out and mutual masturbation. Anything after that, he said, was up for grabs.

So, I had an opening bid.
If, I am going to give you a blow job then you have to tell me what you want me to do. I will do exactly what you want.
He said that he called my submissive blow job and raised me a pearl necklace. -Now, I don't have a problem with that. If he wants to cum on my chest, that's fine by me.
I called his pearl necklace and raised that he had to go down on me.
Future Archaeologist said, "I will go down, but you will swallow."
I got him to throw in a back massage, but that meant he got to cum last. So, in his words, he could "bask."

The negotiations continued had gone on for about an hour and when we were finished I rec'd the following text:
"So, we are at kissing, back rub, and groping, mutual mast, going down and BJ, and I get last finish? So, a good old-fashioned third base romp."

And, let me tell you, it will be.

Anticipation.

So, I just got off the phone with Alabama Boy. Damn, he is hot. I just wish he lived closer. I haven't had the privilege of seeing his dick in person, BUT, seeing as he is a fan of texting I have seen pictures. And let me tell you...its perfect.

There is, of course, such a thing as a perfect dick. I don't want it to be too big. But, it should have some length to it. And be thick. Oh, God, it has to be thick. He actually sent me a video of him masturbating. It was hot. Very hot. I get hot thinking about it. He was good with his hands you know? So, now, when I need a good fantasy this is a good fall back. I remember his hands and think about how amazing its going to be when I get to fuck him. And I will. Even if I have to drive to Alabama.

Alabama Boy and I met randomly. He accidentally sent me a text message. (How, I beg of you, does that happen??) But we hit it off and have been talking since. We keep planning for him to visit here but so far nothing absolutely concrete. The day he does come though, I am going to suck that beautiful cock for all its worth. There is nothing like giving a great blow job. I get excited thinking about it. My mouth gets all wet. I just think about Alabama Boy talking dirty to me in his accent...Mmm... Seriously.

I feel the need to add here that I actually like Alabama Boy. Yes, he is hot, but there is more than that. He is funny, really funny, and doesn't seem to mind that I have an incredibly dry sense of humor and am hopelessly sarcastic. In fact, he gets it.

But, for now I have to find other ways to get off. So, Future Archaeologist and I are planning on getting together soon. I say to my friends that its a date. It's not. It's all about the sex. We met in a bar, had instant amazing chemistry and we were practically fooling around right there AT THE BAR. I don't normally do that. But, it was his birthday. He talked dirty right from the start. That's what I'm talking about!! I'll never forget one of the first things he said to me. He said, half-jokingly, "I want to fuck you." I know, I know. It sounds terrible. But if you were there and saw the situation, part of me said it was funny. And the other part said "Really? How big is it?"
So, after the making out and being handsy at the bar we exchanged numbers. And, let me tell you, he has amazing hands. I keep thinking about how forceful they were. Not in an unwelcome way but in a "I want you and I am going to be in control of how I have you," way. It was hot. We have been talking a few weeks now and we hammered out the details of our next encounter a few days ago.
He texted me and, after some small talk, said that he was really missing blow jobs. I had mentioned to him in an earlier conversation how much I loved giving them. I told him that I would be happy to give him one but only if I got something in return. So, his reply was "Should we negotiate the terms?" This led to some pretty fun text messaging. I had never negotiated a sex session before.

Details of the text messaging and negotiations to follow.