kimee
Waiting
posted Monday, 8 June 2009
Ok so last week I was on vacation & I met someone. I lost like two days because I had to come back to go to school & bring the parents home & stuff. So when I came back on Thursday night (midnight), it was too late. But he was "looking at the beach" just when I went out onto the porch. (R) said that was kinda stalker-ish (I like it!) :) He met (R). (R) thought he seemed like a good guy. So I spent the day with (R) relaxing, going into town, in the hot tub & then split up.
So he comes over & we drink & talk. Now I haven't drank in quite awhile. I was feeling it & I was hornier than hell. He is hot! Think smaller Kevin Smith without the glasses, or a little bit fatter Steve Perry without the long hair. Yea that is what I am talking about!!! So we are talking & it's going very good. I got to learn more about him & then he says he would like to see me again socially. He asked if that was ok. I said yes & he said ok great. A couple of minutes later he got up (he had a tent going *smile*) & said he didn't want our first time to be drunk. He wanted to take me out & spoil me like I deserve. Before he left, we kissed. Sigh, it was very very good.
I am very shy. VERY shy. I don't make the first move. I mean it's good that he didn't want to rush things, but the ironic part was that I did. I never do. This whole blog is me complaining about guys just wanting one thing. So here I meet him & he is gorgeous & wants to wait. Fucking irony. Seriously.
We left the next day before I had a chance to say goodbye. I left a message. He didn't call to see if I made it home safely. He didn't call to see when I was planning on coming back. He said he would check on me to see how I made out with the surgery. But the thing is, how likely is it that I will have the opportunity to see him again :( I am just thinking I will have open, healing holes in my head for a while. I can't go out to eat because I can't eat until November. I don't think I can kiss because of infection. So I am sad. I hope he calls on Wednesday.
So he comes over & we drink & talk. Now I haven't drank in quite awhile. I was feeling it & I was hornier than hell. He is hot! Think smaller Kevin Smith without the glasses, or a little bit fatter Steve Perry without the long hair. Yea that is what I am talking about!!! So we are talking & it's going very good. I got to learn more about him & then he says he would like to see me again socially. He asked if that was ok. I said yes & he said ok great. A couple of minutes later he got up (he had a tent going *smile*) & said he didn't want our first time to be drunk. He wanted to take me out & spoil me like I deserve. Before he left, we kissed. Sigh, it was very very good.
I am very shy. VERY shy. I don't make the first move. I mean it's good that he didn't want to rush things, but the ironic part was that I did. I never do. This whole blog is me complaining about guys just wanting one thing. So here I meet him & he is gorgeous & wants to wait. Fucking irony. Seriously.
We left the next day before I had a chance to say goodbye. I left a message. He didn't call to see if I made it home safely. He didn't call to see when I was planning on coming back. He said he would check on me to see how I made out with the surgery. But the thing is, how likely is it that I will have the opportunity to see him again :( I am just thinking I will have open, healing holes in my head for a while. I can't go out to eat because I can't eat until November. I don't think I can kiss because of infection. So I am sad. I hope he calls on Wednesday.
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