Just before I arrived to the bar, Mario replied “Come over.”
Two text later, he was leaving his apartment to meet me at the bar, and maybe a friend of his would come as well.
When I arrived and told Boo that Mario was coming, she wasn’t happy. She doesn’t like him and wanted me to cut him off after all the game playing. ASV and Boo would be very aligned in this respect. Boo also coined Mario as the douchebag, just sayin’.
We drank for some time before Mario arrived and he slipped onto the couch next to me and kissed me on the lips and held me for a moment. I saw the look cross Boo’s face, I know her too well. They had conversation for a while and we got around to discussing the next trip Boo and I wanted to take – find a cool city to go see Depeche Mode. We tossed around Abu Dhabi, Berlin, London and Barcelona. Mario, a pretty famous fashion photographer, has lived and traveled all over the world, so this was an easy conversation for him to participate in. But a weird thing kept happening, he fought for my attention with Boo.
This was subtle, really subtle, but at the moment he turned my chin away from her as I was talking, to look at him and acknowledge him, I knew she would see and hear it and be upset. He turned my chin when I didn’t directly acknowledge him saying “And I will go with you, we will do that together, that will be so much fun to do together.”
Now, come on. This is a second date. Some of these concerts are as far out as early 2017. The ones we were mostly choosing were the earliest in September. I did nod and say yes to him, but without looking at him directly. By turning my chin to him, he was forcing me to look him in the eye and say “yes, of course, darling, we will have so much fun!” When I didn’t mean a word of it.
Now in my fantasy world – that’s the perfect scene. My mans turns my chin to look him in the eye so I know how serious he was about spending time with me in the distant future doing something we both love.
Sort of makes me a bit mad he’s messing with my perfect fantasy.
Mario is a bit flakey, by the best standards. Don’t even ask me what attracts me, he just does, right through to my core. He makes it all tingle. A complete asshat at his best and I’m still soaking wet at the thought of him close to me.
Call this what you will but this is chemistry at its best.
We flutter around the bar for a bit until Boo leaves and the group moves on to a Dominican dance club. I notice on the walk there that his friend is pretty good-looking, even if he had poor taste in shirts and looked bit like “Where’s Waldo.” Mario held my hand on and off, but I didn’t have that feeling he cared if I was close or not.
At the dance club I saw keys exchange hands between Mario and his friend. I knew what was coming next and I was fine with it. We would be heading to his friends luxurious apartment because, as I recently found out, Mario is still living in the same apartment with his wife until September.
Yep. You heard that right.
He’s as married as I am, but they live in a 2 bedroom apartment until they can sell it and split the assets. I haven’t asked, but where do you guess he sleeps?
I don’t really care. He showed me what he is made of already and it’s douchebag material. I’m here for the fuck and fun.
And that’s all I am going to get from him, I’m certain, regardless of how many times he asked if I would be his girl and his woman all night. How many times he told me I was utterly perfect I am for him. How absolutely right he feels with me. How happy I make him. And on and on and on. If only I could believe it, he would deliver on my Words of Affirmation like no other.
Mario is a douchebag. My descriptive language for him is quite limited, as you see.
Anyway, little soapbox speech aside, we danced, drank, and left the dance hall. Made our way back to the apartment and fooled around.
I was right. I knew it. I could smell the sex on him. Holy-hot-as-hell Batman would he be an amazing fuck…if I wasn’t indisposed. We worked around it. His tongue sent me over the edge twice. His fingers were in any crevice they could find purchase. His shaven head between my legs was the ultimate turn on, the muscles through his shoulders and back phenomenal. All this man needs to do is touch me and I’m a goner. Just. Done.
We moved from the couch to the bed, door wide open. Of course I was aware that his friends would be home at some point, I didn’t care.
We fooled around for another hour or more on the bed. He is average cock size but just the right size, not too small and small enough to swallow vigorously just on the edge of a choke as he pushed my head down head to fuck my face. The perfect girth. At least for a blow job or anal, sex is still up to be determined. We laughed and sweated and sexed a long time.
Perfect. Really just perfect.
I knew it. The chemistry never lies.
His friends walked in, we didn’t care. They shut the door for us but came in several times more. We listened to them have sex and joked we needed to up our game. His friend crawled in bed at one point, and I am certain, had I wanted to, I could have had them both. Another time. Mario did eventually tell his friend (it was his friends bed after all) that it was our first time together and his friend exited gracefully, naked the whole time. His friends body being equally as gorgeous, though better endowed than Mario’s.
We laughed so much in between play. Ah, this brought back memories of my relationship two summers ago. The laughter is that one ingredient that seems the most elusive. To be silly and sexual all rolled into one. To go from hysterical laughter to mad sex, albeit without penetration in this case. This moment makes all his douchebaginess worth it to me. He has all the magic words to carry me away and I allowed him to do so.
Just before falling asleep, I suggested I should leave. He didn’t want me to, but I knew the morning light would shine on the truth of the situation and I wasn’t up for it. I wanted to wake in my own bed. It was already well past 5am in any case.
He left with me and sent a sweet goodnight text.
Then I didn’t hear from him for 2 days.
Until I sent him a text, again.
(Don’t chastise me, please. )
He said I blew his mind on Saturday night and he would get in touch the next day.
That never happened either and I sit here sort of sad and rejected knowing it’s fully of my own doing. I know that if I continue this I will get more and more hurt as his actions are now consistent thoughtlessness and carelessness. The night was fun, I don’t regret it.
But, if I chase him just to sleep with him, I probably will regret that, won’t I?
I want to fuck him, but the only thing I will succeed in doing here is fucking with my own head.
But, basically we had two perfect evenings and I am getting nothing in return. He’s made himself clear, it’s up to me to hold my own ground.
I just don’t know if I care to.
The last communication with him went like this:
I have promised myself not to text him again, though I didn’t block him.