fully worked off before dinner. You can get some decent healthy food at Cay.”
He is actually paying attention to me. Actually trying to compromise and work on some give and take. Hum…
We walk in. I haven’t been here before, it is not a top notch, super expense place, but swanky enough to have been getting good reviews and I hear that other chefs come here on their days off – a good sign.
The place is stunning, mod-Deco themes of black and white. Accented all around with bold turquoise and a back beat of interesting music. We settled in and Jason tucks into his plate: pho with ox cheeks. I order crab with some cabbage salad thing. It is delicious. We are both hunkered over our plates shoveling it in. Suddenly we both look at each at the same time, with our cheeks puffed out with food. We both laugh and try not to spit out our dinner.
I’m on my second glass of white wine when I notice that Jason is only ½ way through his first beer. I guess I better not go for my normal amount. I slow down. Now I am wondering about how the night will end. We had a nice time, so does he like me enough to have sex with me tonight? I know I am ready. I was ready last night to try out a bigger, manlier man, and I still am.
I get no hint of what is to come. We talk and finish our drinks. Then he says he knows it is early for a high fashion model like me, my crowd must usually be only getting started on their night right about now. I nod, that is true. But he is going to walk me back home, or as close to home as I will let him get: the Marble Arch.
I am really confused. Everything seemed to go perfectly, yet he is showing no interest in me beyond holding hands and putting his arm around me. He is attentive to me, yet not interested? I just don’t know how to react.
We get to the Arch. There he kisses me on the forehead again.
This time his lips linger. I can feel the warmth. I can feel his hand pressing against my back, causing me to be pulled closer to him. My arms are already around him, I am planning to make him go wild with my kiss, but before I can kiss his lips, he backs up and his arm goes from around me to in front as he holds my hands.
“You are the best guide I have ever had. I do think we have a few more places to hit. I hope you are free tomorrow?”
What? Kissed on the forehead and left alone again? No, I’m not liking this. I put my hands on my hips. I give him a full frown. Has he been playing with me? Does he have some sort of STD? Maybe he can’t get it up? What is going on here? Well, whatever it is, I’m not going to play this game. I had a good time and now I am disappointed. I hate being disappointed.
“No, sorry. I’m busy.” I turn and stomp off.
I get to my place and I am fuming mad. I get more and more pissed with each step. Especially since he didn’t run after me. I toss my sandals off and grab some white wine. Oddly, I don’t think about my little boosters. Wine is enough for now. I actually gulp it down. I crawl in bed and realize it is a normal time to go to bed.
I plan to fume and hate on Jason for a few hours. I turn on my TV for some background noise and set the timer to go off in three hours, that way it can lull me to sleep. I usually have the TV and a blue pill to help me get to sleep. But tonight I am out like the proverbial light. I didn’t even make it to the bathroom for my blue pill. I guess I did a lot of walking and was mentally present the whole day. I was exhausted.
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He is actually paying attention to me. Actually trying to compromise and work on some give and take. Hum…
We walk in. I haven’t been here before, it is not a top notch, super expense place, but swanky enough to have been getting good reviews and I hear that other chefs come here on their days off – a good sign.
The place is stunning, mod-Deco themes of black and white. Accented all around with bold turquoise and a back beat of interesting music. We settled in and Jason tucks into his plate: pho with ox cheeks. I order crab with some cabbage salad thing. It is delicious. We are both hunkered over our plates shoveling it in. Suddenly we both look at each at the same time, with our cheeks puffed out with food. We both laugh and try not to spit out our dinner.
I’m on my second glass of white wine when I notice that Jason is only ½ way through his first beer. I guess I better not go for my normal amount. I slow down. Now I am wondering about how the night will end. We had a nice time, so does he like me enough to have sex with me tonight? I know I am ready. I was ready last night to try out a bigger, manlier man, and I still am.
I get no hint of what is to come. We talk and finish our drinks. Then he says he knows it is early for a high fashion model like me, my crowd must usually be only getting started on their night right about now. I nod, that is true. But he is going to walk me back home, or as close to home as I will let him get: the Marble Arch.
I am really confused. Everything seemed to go perfectly, yet he is showing no interest in me beyond holding hands and putting his arm around me. He is attentive to me, yet not interested? I just don’t know how to react.
We get to the Arch. There he kisses me on the forehead again.
This time his lips linger. I can feel the warmth. I can feel his hand pressing against my back, causing me to be pulled closer to him. My arms are already around him, I am planning to make him go wild with my kiss, but before I can kiss his lips, he backs up and his arm goes from around me to in front as he holds my hands.
“You are the best guide I have ever had. I do think we have a few more places to hit. I hope you are free tomorrow?”
What? Kissed on the forehead and left alone again? No, I’m not liking this. I put my hands on my hips. I give him a full frown. Has he been playing with me? Does he have some sort of STD? Maybe he can’t get it up? What is going on here? Well, whatever it is, I’m not going to play this game. I had a good time and now I am disappointed. I hate being disappointed.
“No, sorry. I’m busy.” I turn and stomp off.
I get to my place and I am fuming mad. I get more and more pissed with each step. Especially since he didn’t run after me. I toss my sandals off and grab some white wine. Oddly, I don’t think about my little boosters. Wine is enough for now. I actually gulp it down. I crawl in bed and realize it is a normal time to go to bed.
I plan to fume and hate on Jason for a few hours. I turn on my TV for some background noise and set the timer to go off in three hours, that way it can lull me to sleep. I usually have the TV and a blue pill to help me get to sleep. But tonight I am out like the proverbial light. I didn’t even make it to the bathroom for my blue pill. I guess I did a lot of walking and was mentally present the whole day. I was exhausted.
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