Another Sex Blog

The last poll’s purpose was to give me some more procrastination time. And then I took even longer that that allowed for. I was never really planning on writing only or first about whatever topic got the highest votes — I was planning on writing about all of them — eventually.

Way back on the weekend of St. Pat’s, I went on a date with a guy from Adult FriendFinder. We met at a classy bar — a very nice locale for this sort of thing. He was very attractive, funny, intelligent. We had some great conversation, at least in my opinion. It was close to an idea first date. I liked him a lot and I knew that I’d like to spend more time with him. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t *repulsed* by me. So, what went wrong? Easy answer, I think. I got drunk. Wasted. Completely hammered.

It wasn’t intentional. Actually, I think the fact that I was having such a good time contributed to me not paying too much attention to my intake. Personally, I believe I’m somewhat more charming when slightly tipsy. But that wasn’t the case this time.

I only remember bits and pieces of the night between leaving the bar and leaving his place in the morning. Of course, not all of that memory loss is a result of too much booze (scotch in case you’re wondering.) Some is simply because it happened over a month ago. Yes, we did have sex. I don’t know how many times exactly. I’m pretty sure he came in my mouth, but I wouldn’t bet my life on it. I vaguely remember having anal sex, but I might be making that up.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t come. I’m noisy even when I don’t, though, so the gentleman I was with might think I did. That’s not a criticism of him, btw, just a descriptive fact.

Ok, to be honest, even though I’m not sharing details, the sex was just average. Not great. Not horrible. Just ok. So-so.

It’s important to me to acknowledge my part of the blame for the so-so-ness. (Or in anything that goes wrong for that matter.) But, having done that, yeah, he did some things wrongly, too. I’m not really comfortable publicly reporting them or denouncing him personally, though. I have no clue if he’s reading this and I think that would just be horribly rude.

I was really awkward the next morning when I left, too. Which I’m not usually. I just had no idea what he was thinking… was this intended to be a one-nighter or not? Usually I know. I was all discombobulated!! I think that maybe if I didn’t feel like I goofed things up by getting so drunk, I wouldn’t have trouble telling him what he did “wrong”. And so then if we *were* compatible, we could have discussed it and made everything all nice. At least in my fantasy world.

Oh well. The next night I had a date with another guy from Adult FriendFinder. And, uhm, yeah. WOW.

Maybe I’ll even blog about that soon.

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