Every once in a while a just my type comes across the dating app. And then the just my type is also freaking hot-as-hell and horny as all get-out.
That’s when any logical approach on my behalf goes right out the window and I get sucked in because my libido goes into overdrive. I admit to loving a little sex play, I can’t help it.
It sort of happened in January with Mr. Handsome and we had one great date. I still hear from him randomly, but have no idea if/when he comes back my way. He wasn’t especially sexual and didn’t ever cross any lines, so my libido was in check. I think I was more star-struck with how handsome I thought he was. I really am a sucker for a certain look in a man, it’s undeniable how that appeals to me on such a base level.
But, in late June, I matched with a guy from Boston that not only had the looks, height, ambition and intelligence I like, but a rock-solid cut body and a sexy attitude to match. He lives in Boston on the weekends with his girls, and works in my city during the week. I checked and double checked, he isn’t married any longer, definitely divorced.
We started with a perfectly normal and intelligent text conversation and he asked me out for when he was in town again. But, because the texting continued, the conversation ultimately turned and he asked if he could share photos.
Once I saw *most* of his body, I was sunk. Awesome tattoos as well. My libido brain took over and I could think of little else but how I wanted to fuck him. I was momentarily distracted by his text and allowed myself to think of being in his bed.
We continued to speak until he arrived in my city and he was unavailable the one night I was available, so it didn’t seem like we could make it happen then. The more we spoke, the more I could tell he was becoming interested and when he suggested changing his plans around for a different night so he could see me, I agreed. Then I told him I wouldn’t be staying over and the conversation flip-flopped.
He went back and forth between wanting to see me and wanting me to stay over but I held my ground. I knew this was only sex, so I wasn’t so fussed about the situation, but I wanted to go home afterwards. Is he going to be another one of those guys that wants the whole illusion of dating package like Ayden? I just didn’t want to commit myself to sleeping over because who knew what I was going to think of him anyway.
We also have not spoken on the phone.
I held my ground and offered to come into the city and spend most of the evening, but refused to stay. He wasn’t especially pressuring me, but he was confusing me and I didn’t want to succumb. So I missed the chance to see him. We played a bit more on text that evening and he eventually shared some gorgeous cock shots. Oh. My. God.
Mind you, I shared no photos. I told him I wouldn’t sext or share nude photos but he was welcome to do whatever he liked.
The next day he started up with text early and played a game with me. He sent me photos of various sexual positions and I was to rate them 1-10. He got a good calibration of what I liked! We are very in sync with our sexual tastes and desires which is always a turn-on. I also liked that I didn’t have to talk about sex and what I liked, I simply had to rate the photos. I think that’s a great tactic!
I heard from him consistently while he was in my city, but now that he is back home I haven’t heard anything.
He’s another one that I do hope to hear from so we can have some fun together, but if it doesn’t come to fruition, that’s ok too.
I laugh a little at myself now when I write these posts. I can remember, not so long ago, when a guy like this would have me wound up and I would make sure I kept in contact to try to ensure I had the opportunity to see him again. Or, even when I would lose hope of meeting them, I would continue to waste my time with endless sext sessions. Now, when I have a real opportunity to meet someone I might be interested in – sexually or for dating – I still invest some time, but don’t waste all my time thinking about them. If it doesn’t work out with him, there will always be another. Maybe not another just like him, maybe it will be a long time before another even shows up on my doorstep, but the fact remains that there will certainly be another. And now that I have finally learned that valuable lesson, these men hold a much lower value in my eyes because I value myself first.
I do think both Boston and Mr. Handsome are worthwhile, assuming they make it back to my city and remain in contact. Only time will tell, but they were both fun while they lasted.