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Fear of the Unknown

Why don’t I want to write about him?
Why can’t I really talk about him?
Even when I do let myself think about him, it’s for brief moments, in small flashes, I never let myself go to deep.

Is it because I think he’s some fleeting image not meant to last?
Is it because I know it’ll never work out?
Is it because I know if I let myself think too hard about him, I’ll talk myself out of it?
Because the last thing I want to do is stop… The way I feel right now, I couldn’t if I tried.

Not when he’s always looking at me intensely with those bright eyes, a faint smile on his lips.  And when I ask why, he simply says, “You’re so beautiful.”
Not when he wants to cook for me, open doors for me and massage me, just cause he can.
Not when he picks up a case of ginger beer for me, because he remembered that I mentioned I was craving it the other day.
Not when he has a rock hard body, perfect penis, beautiful face and an accent I could die for.
Not when he is the best sex of my life.
No. Fucking. Way.

I tried to convince myself I was in control and it was all under my terms, but this weekend I realized how hard I was falling and now I’m terrified of hitting the rock bottom.


When I think back, it started a couple weeks ago while I was scrolling through Instagram.
I came across a photo that made my heart race.
“Sunday hikes with this guy <3” her caption read.  The photo hadn’t even finished loading, but I knew what it was and yet still, I waited.  I subjected myself to the pain of seeing her and Dan standing in front of a big tree, smiling, arms wrapped tightly around one another.
I already knew, but this confirmed it; I didn’t expect it to sting so bad.
But it was this incident that gave me the extra incentive to message back the cute guy I’d met at the bar and ask him out.  I wanted to move on, I wanted to meet a nice guy and experience some intimacy and I didn’t want to wait.
Apparently, this guy did not want the same things as his texts went from flirty to downright creepy.  I told him to forget it, but I still really wanted to go on a date, I’d actually been looking forward to it.  That’s when I decided to test the old ‘third time’s the charm’ theory and get back on Tinder.  I’d struck out in Canada and New Zealand, but maybe Australia would be a different story.

I matched with my first local guy and he messaged me right away.
He was sweet and asked a lot of questions and made interesting banter other than the usual small talk.  His pictures didn’t show much of his face, but he seemed pretty cute.  He asked me if I’d ever skateboarded and when I said no he invited me to join him for a skate.
On my way to meet him, a guy cruised by on a skateboard while I was coming in on my bike.  I looked him over and smiled and he smiled back.  Could this be the guy? I wondered, hopeful.  He passed without a word.  Damn, too good to be true!
I locked up my bike and wandered down the parking lot and saw him walking back and we both started laughing at ourselves for missing each other.  We walked down to the beach so he could stretch out.  He was very talkative, kind of ADD, but I didn’t mind, it took the pressure off of me to talk.  He treated me to ice cream and the two of us skated down the bike path and continued into another parking lot.  We chatted, quoted stupid movies, laughed and had a sword fight with two sticks.  I walked with him back to his car and we hugged goodbye.
“I’d really like to hangout again,” he said.  “Can I add you on Facebook?”
“Sure, I can give you my number too,” I stated boldly.  He was cute, sweet and I’d had a fun time.  Besides, I was pretty sure he was hiding a banging body under his shirt and I was keen to find out for certain.
He mentioned he and his mates possibly going for beers and I suggested maybe Jill and I would meet them on the weekend.
The moment I got home, he messaged me saying how cool I was and how glad he was to have met me.
This is all too good to be true, what’s this guys angle?!

He messaged me again a couple days later asking if I wanted to check out a waterfall with he and his puppy.  I happily agreed.
When I climbed into his ute, his ridiculously cute puppy climbed onto my lap and gently licked my face.
“This is Otis, I just rescued him two weeks ago.”
Are you kidding me?  That’s fucking adorable.
We chatted intermittently on our walk down, mostly he talked, about anything and everything.
When we reached the waterfall I was dumbstruck.  It was incredible, like something out a picture book.  It was a little cool, but I didn’t care, we both dove into the perfect pool full of glowing lily pads and lined with deep cavernous rocks.  I finally got to see his beautiful body and it did not disappoint.
He turned to me and said, “You’re really cool, and I don’t think I can just be your friend.”
“Oh yeah?” I replied nervously as I looked down and giggled and he swam away.  I wanted nothing more for him to come back and kiss me.
We both said very little as we started walking back.  An anxious Otis had burrowed into my strewn clothing and they were covered in mud.  I could only laugh as he apologized profusely.

Back in the car he asked me if I’d ever been to a particular neighbouring town, when I shook my head no he asked if I wanted to check it out and grab a bite to eat.  I was meant to meet Jill, but was getting the feeling she might bail, besides I was intrigued by this creature and wanted to see where the date would go.
Neither of us quite realized how far away it was and when Jill messaged me asking if we were still hanging out, I began stalling until she eventually decided she was too tired anyway.  I felt like a bitch, but I didn’t care, I now had an unlimited time to spend with him.
We sat outside eating fish and chips and giggled while cuddling on the bench for warmth.
We started back and had been driving a while when he suddenly slowed and pulled over.
“This is really lame, but I just really want to kiss you.  Would that be alright?”
“You shouldn’t ask, you should just do.”
“I’m not a great kisser,” he admitted.
“Shut up,” I grabbed his face and kiss him gently.
When we parted he said, “But I am good at this,” and began kissing down my neck.
Oh my!
We made out in his truck for a few minutes, our hands exploring each other’s bodies while Otis squirmed uncomfortably between us.
“I don’t think I can keep kissing you like this without wanting to do more, but I don’t want to rush you or make you uncomfortable.”
“I don’t feel rushed or uncomfortable,” I said, throwing him a wicked smile.  What the fuck did I want to wait for?
“We can cruise by mine, feed the dog and see if the house is empty,” he suggested as he had just moved back and was living with his mom, but she was practically living with her boyfriend so he pretty much had the house to himself.

We stopped in another town so he could show me the river.  We walked along it with Otis while we cuddled and flirted.
We got to his empty house and sat talking some more when he suddenly asked me what I liked in the bedroom.
“Umm, no one’s really asked me that before,” I stammered.  “I’m pretty open to most things… What about you?”
He shrugged, “I’m easy.”
Shortly after, he looked at me hungrily and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom, I want to get you naked.”
We both stripped and kneeled face to face on the bed, our bodies barely touching as we kissed.  By the time his hand began exploring between my legs he moaned, “God, you’re so fucking wet!”  I was actually dripping for him.  I didn’t even know my body was capable of such a feat.
He fucked me with his gorgeous cock for close to two hours and in every different way.  He explained he had trouble finishing with a new partner, I had orgasmed twice so I didn’t care.  We finally stopped for sustenance and stood naked in the kitchen nibbling chips and cookies.  It was 2 am so I stayed the night, resting peacefully in his strong arms.

In the morning he made me breakfast and drove me to work.  I felt myself growing grumpy as he fussed around with the dog before announcing he forgot we had to empty the tailgate first.
“I’m gonna be late!” I snapped.  I tried to reign in my annoyance when he called a friend and offered to pick him up (thankfully, the friend declined.)  It’s been hard, but I’m trying not to worry about time as much because here, people generally don’t and it’s rather refreshing.  I did make it to work exactly on time by some divine miracle and gave him a quick kiss before running in.  I tried not to give him too much thought, but whenever I pictured his naked body I could feel the wetness creeping in.  He was great but I had some concerns.  From what he told me and what I’d seen on Facebook, I’d pieced together that he had dated an Irish girl for over a year and even went overseas for her, but she dumped him saying it was pointless since she didn’t plan to return to Aus.  He travelled alone for a while before returning.  They’d only been broken up a couple months and were still in contact.

Saturday night rolled around and his friends had all ditched, but he still wanted to hang with me and Jill.  Nervous, I made an excuse to blow him off, but after a few drinks, some gushing and Jill’s encouragement, I invited him to meet us at the brewery.  We were wasted, he was tipsy and Jill was giving him the third degree.  He danced with us, bought us beers and drove Jill and her bike home.  I was so impressed and turned on, I had to have him.
Back at his place, I vaguely recalled making out with him on the floors of his garage (?!) and trying to have sex but failing miserably. I woke up never remembering falling asleep.  I was meant to meet some friends for coffee in town but I was still drunk and despite his encouragement I was too terrified to take his standard ute.  On top of it all, there was no way I was leaving this beautiful, naked creature without having some better sex.  I messaged and politely ditched a much too understanding friend and climbed back into his arms.

By early afternoon our conversation had somehow led to me being bound to the headboard by my wrists while he thrusted deeply.  We both had earth shattering orgasms and were enjoying the aftershocks when we heard his name being called from across the house…  His mom… I rushed to dress while he called a greeting to her and hurried to close the bedroom door.  We tried to sneak out the front door but I ended up meeting his mom, after not even a week of knowing him, with her sons fresh load leaking from my vagina.  I could feel how red I was from my orgasm and my growing embarrassment.  We rushed off for a canoe, but because I hadn’t planned to go home with him, I didn’t have a bathing suit or change of clothes.  We canoed to a more private part of the lake then I put on his singlet and waded out into the tea tree infused lakes to rinse my body, while he climbed tall trees.  The awkward nervousness reared its ugly head when he talked about his ex contacting him and chastised me for kissing him too much.
We grabbed a bite and went back to his house where I struggled to make a better second impression.
I felt sufficiently awkward and I’d hinted to Jill that I’d meet her at the beach, but he begged me to stay another night, but I was tired and embarrassed and wanted some space so finally he reluctantly drove me back.

Jill and I downed a bottle of wine on the beach then went to the brewery to watch her new Tinder friend perform with his band.  That night is an entire story of its own but I ended up doing M and dancing with a ton of gorgeous men at the after party.  The guy who was hosting the party was this beautiful Israeli with long chestnut curls.  When we hugged goodbye he whispered, “Come back and see me again,” and it sounded like a threat and a promise and it made me tingle all over.  That night I had an epiphany: I had to stay single this summer.
I was resolved to stick to my decision even though I was dreaming of being in his arms as I was coming down.

The next day, while creeping his Facebook I made a startling discovery: He had TWO KIDS and an EX-WIFE that he NEVER MENTIONED!!! I was mortified and hurt and angry, I wanted to confront him, but Kennedy talked me down and made me realize that it was probably a hard thing to discuss and he was probably worried he’d scare me off.
I wanted to ask him to slow things down, but I didn’t want him to think the two things were connected so I resolved to wait for him to tell me in his own time.

The next night at his house, while fussing around cooking spaghetti bolognese for me, I finally admitted that I liked spending time with but things were moving too quickly and I didn’t want a relationship.
“I don’t want a relationship either, especially not with a backpacker,” he promised. “But would you hook up with other guys?”
I assured him I wasn’t looking to, but if something were to happen I wouldn’t beat myself up over it.
“Just use protection I guess… I probably won’t hook up with anyone else, but if you want to…” he sounded hurt.
But after an incredible night together, he was singing a different tune as he drove and we further discussed it.
“I think I may like this sex-friend thing,” he said, smiling.

Despite my cries of protest, I still spent the entire day with him.
We saw a pod of grey whales, walked Otis on the beach and stopped for snacks.  He begged me to stay another night, but I reiterated my need for space.

Determined to act single, I went out with Jill on Friday night.  That is yet another story in its own, but we got wasted, picked up two guys and after getting kicked out of their hostel, sat on the beach smoking a joint.  We snuck back in and began cuddling with our respective men.  We started fooling around by my spins were so bad, I had to keep stopping.  It was almost as if some higher power was trying to stop me.
In the morning, when I was slightly more sober we tried again.  Despite his large dick, I couldn’t get into it and insisted we give up.  I kept thinking about this awesome guy I already had and when I admitted my guilt to Jill she screamed “OH MY GOD YOU LOVE HIM!” as I rode wobbly away on my bike.

I caught a couple hours of sleep and survived work, but was over the moon when my second cleaning job got cancelled.  I was meant to go to the birthday party of his friend’s girlfriend and even though I was terrified of meeting his friends, I was desperate to see him and thankfully, Jill had agree to join me.
We rolled up with his friend and followed by a few others.  The ‘party’ consisted of a handful of his friends, the girlfriend’s entire extended family (I’m talking little kids and old people who seemed perplexed by our presence.)  It was an intimate, uncomfortable environment and I couldn’t be happier to have outspoken, friendly Jill there, even if she was swearing loudly at kids.
He wandered off and I got stuck talking to some musos.  One of his friend’s girlfriends cornered me to gush about how much they liked me over his ex already and how glad they were to have me in their crew.  I couldn’t help but feel flattered.  The party died down and the old people dissipated and those remaining began getting wild.  We smoked cone after cone and I got on really well with all his friends.  Even though he was loser pissed and useless, forcing me to take charge and set up our tent, I was ecstatic when I finally got to wrap my arms around him in [semi] privacy.
I looked into his eyes and realized my feelings for him were stronger than I cared to admit.
I’ll sensor myself a little here, but we got wild.  This 30 year old, former Christian who had only been with three other women, was turning into a freak before my very eyes and I loved it.
Every position he wanted to try, every thing I suggested, he was in to.  We were so free and open about our desires and past experiences, it was exhilarating.  When I said this to him, he looked at me solemnly and said, “I just want all of you, in every way.”

The next morning, we banged again and joined the others to eat egg and bacon sandwiches and swam in the frigid pool.  We returned to his house and Sunday Fundayed it.  Soon it was only the two of us and he whisked me off to the bedroom to fuck before cooking me butter chicken and then fucking me again.
In the morning, I bemoaned going into work and wished I could spend the whole day naked with him.


Now, I’m here.  So lost, but totally unconcerned with it.  I haven’t brought up the kids and don’t plan to, because honestly, I’m not really ready to have that conversation.  Right now it’s fun and breezy and although we talk like lifelong friends, avoiding such topics makes me feel like they don’t exist or will simply go away.
I fucking like this guy a lot, but there’s no future for us.  I can’t stay and he likely can’t leave.  Besides, he’ll probably end up taking his ex back and leaving me high and dry.  But are those potential issues problems enough to deny myself happiness now?  Is the smart thing to end it now before we both get hurt?  Cause I can’t get sucked into a relationship and I’m just beginning to think I’m too flighty to ever remain tied down, but maybe… just maybe… he’s the exception to the rule.  I don’t know what will happen, I suppose only time will tell, but right now…

He’s the only man who has treated me like gold simply because he thinks I deserve it; or asks me questions about my family; or doesn’t care about my wild past and uncertain future.  He’s the greatest guy I’ve ever dated and I’m not about to throw that away for fear.

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Itching for Intimacy

I was finally nearing my new departure date and as excited as I was, I felt that I needed to make more effort to be social, before it was too late and I would have to say goodbye and possibly never see some of these people again.
I guess that’s what brought me out to the “Christmas in August” party that night.  I’d been invited, all my friends were going, it sounded fun and festive and besides, I already had something for the gift exchange.

It was enjoyable, but a smaller gathering than I’d imagined and we all ended up at the local bar.  I was well-pissed and my crew and I smoked spliff after spliff.  Somehow, at some point in the night, I had attracted the attention of a gorgeous French man named Felix.  The festivities were winding down and Felix was really putting on the moves and trying to convince me to come home with him.  I’d seen him come on strongly to Kennedy in the same smooth manner, but I was still tempted, I’d always thought he was such a babe.  After a little push from one of my girlfriends, I gave in and Felix and I abruptly and discreetly made our exit.
Back at his house we had hot, drunken sex and although it was hazy, I remembered it being good.  Definitely the best sex I’ve had in the country.
In the morning, we were both feeling worse for wear.  I lay out on his deck in the sun, falling in and out of consciousness, while he got ready for work.  I went with him into town, feeling a little awkward and not knowing what to say.  To my surprise, he asked for my number when we parted ways and a couple days later, he asked me to hangout…

At the time, I was at my digs, way out in the country and we struck a deal that if he came and picked me up, I would supply the weed.  I expected nothing more than for us to get stoned and get it on, after all, whenever Ted and I got together I would barely be in the door before his tongue was down my throat, his fingers peeling off my clothes and his strong arms leading me to the bedroom… So I was taken aback when Felix asked if I wanted to have a couple beers at the beach and watch the sunset.
We sat overlooking the water, listening to French rap on his car stereo, and passing a spliff back and forth.  We talked a lot, about anything and everything, I had no idea that the two of us had so much in common.  When it grew darker, we went into town so he could pinch the library WiFi to check something on his phone.  Of course we ran into heaps of people we knew and they all gave us that knowing look while they asked what we were up to.  Ah, one of the many drawbacks of living in a small town, your business is never your own…

The two of us stopped for groceries and a bottle of wine and together, we cooked a nice pasta dinner while sipping wine and smoking doobies.  We sat on the couch and the conversation flowed as easily as the vino.  Eventually, we retired to his room to enjoy a more passionate and intense sex session and then passed out in each others arms.
In the morning, we had sex again, but it was hard to focus as I could hear various people coming in and out of the house and talking loudly outside his door.
We came out to investigate and there were a bunch of random friends of his absent roommate, hanging out in the living room smoking weed.  I had a couple puffs, but began to feel awkward.  I hate that ‘walk of shame’ feeling and even though I really wanted to shower, I asked Felix to drop me off in town so I could run some errands before meeting up with a friend for coffee.  But mostly, I wanted to leave because I had really enjoyed our date and was scared of the inevitable rejection and pain that would surely ensue…

That night revealed some deep emotions that I’d been fighting to keep down.  It became glaringly obvious that I was craving some real intimacy in my life.  As much as I denied and avoided it, I wanted to get to know someone and maybe even care about them; I wanted to talk all night until the sun rose; I wanted the beautiful experience of making love to someone and really feeling connected to them.  The realization was truly terrifying.  Dan was the last guy I liked, the last guy who took me on activities resembling a date.  That entire experience left me feeling so stupid and vulnerable, that I’d been dodging it ever since by filling my life with meaningless sex with a string of unworthy men.  But even though I realized that I wanted to date, I still felt too frightened of caring too much, or getting let down.

I hoped to run into Felix again, but I never got in touch with him before I left.  I was too confused about my own emotions and still convinced that I had imagined the whole night.

I’ve resolved to continue shoving these thoughts of intimacy aside and keeping myself as distracted from men as possible this summer.  God help me.

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Random Thought of The Day

It’s strange, this whole getting older thing.
It’s strange to look in the mirror and one day realize how much your own face has changed.
Lines are etched deeply around your mouth and you begin to notice the little creases around your eyes.
You catch a glimmer of something in your hair and realize you’ve found your first grey.  And not only are you in awe by it’s silver gleam, but the fact that it’s an entire different consistency than the rest of your hairs.
It’s strange seeing the changes in your friends and loved ones; watching little cousins grow into people right before your eyes.
It’s strange, this feeling that you blinked and suddenly, 5 years have passed.
It’s strange and terrifying and yet quite amazing… this getting older thing.

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Emotion Rules Supreme

For a while I felt on top of the world.

I had a decent guy in my bed and a couple more on the side.  I felt like a pimp and the emotion-free sexual deviant I had always strived to be.  Until a few days ago at least…

Cut to my last encounter with Ted.  It was early in the morning and we had just finished having sex.  We lay in bed cuddling and chatting before he had to get up and get ready for work.
Ted turned to me and said, “I had the craziest dream last night…”
“What was it?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I dreamt that I was having a threesome with you and Kennedy,” he laughed.  “I don’t know, I guess I just always think of the two of you together.”
His comment caught me off guard and made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
He begun getting ready while I stayed in bed.  He came back into the bedroom to give me a kiss and announce he was leaving and that I was welcome to sleep as long as I wanted and let myself out.  I slept a while longer and then headed home to get ready before making the drive to Auckland to show my car to some potential buyers.
Throughout the day, his comment kept coming into my mind, I just couldn’t seem to shake it.
During my drive, I caught up with Kennedy on the phone.  She asked about Ted and I brought up his comment.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” she stated, “On that first night he wanted to hook up with us at the same time.”
“WHAT?!” I cried in dismay.
“Yeah… I told you this!!”
“You most certainly did not, or else I would have NEVER slept with him again.”
“I swear I told you… Apparently he told Chad he was going to invite us over to look at the stars and try to fuck us both at the same time.”
I was mortified.  Ted and Kennedy were always on friendly terms before he and I ever got to talking and I always assumed he was interested in her, but I thought maybe that changed when he met me.  When he messaged her that first night and invited the two of us over I thought it was because he was too shy to get a hold of me and invite me over on my own.  Not because he wrongfully assumed he could fuck us both and ended up with me as some sort of consolation prize…
I told myself it didn’t matter and to just let it go, but I couldn’t shake the hurt I felt.  Kennedy is usually the centre of attention when it comes to men: they all love her, they all want her.  She is flirtatious by nature and is instantly interested in most guys she meets.  It doesn’t really bother me because I’m not into said guys, that and I am actually quite confident in my own looks.  Yes Kennedy is hot, but I am too, we are attractive in two completely opposite ways.  That being said, sometimes I can’t help but feel like her short, frumpy sidekick.  On top of all that, my and Kennedy’s lives are already so intertwined: we shared a car, a house, a room, friends, experiences, everything.  Just for once, I wanted to be seen as an individual, at least to the guy I was sleeping with.  The same guy I thought was nice and into me.  Once again I had played the part of naive fool.

Shortly after I arrived in Auckland, I received a message from Chad asking where the fuck I had been hiding.  We talked a little and I asked why he never told me about Ted’s true intentions.  He immediately asked who had told me that and then got to work denying it.  I said it didn’t really matter, that I was just curious and left it at that.

On Thursday I worked an event and my co-worker and I went across the street to the pub for a drink when we’d finished.
From my spot on the deck I spotted Ted walking down the road from his house.  He came over, gave me a hug and then went to join his friends for a game of pool.  I didn’t want to see him and perhaps my feelings were obvious.  When he left, he came over and said goodbye and then messaged me later to apologize for not inviting me over, explaining that he was really tired.
I messaged him back saying it was fine as I was also tired and not into sex at that particular moment.
That was 2 weeks ago and I hadn’t heard a word from him since.  Until this weekend…


I was happily clad in sweats and about to settle in for my nightly Netflix binge when I got a message from Chad, insisting I stop being a wiener and come out with him.  At the same time I got a message from my buddy Kurt, announcing that he was back in town and asking me to come out.  I made the same tired excuses, but in the end I gave in.  I had been hiding under a rock for too long and besides, I knew Kurt wanted to get with me and I was kind of curious myself.

I showed up at the pub and made my way through the thick crowds, clutching my jug of beer awkwardly.  Neither Chad nor Kurt were anywhere to be seen.  But I did see Ted, chatting up a sexy brunette in this distance and doing his best to disregard me.  I saw a couple other friends and sat with them for a while.  Ted whisked his companion off for what I can only assume involved mediocre sex at his nearby abode.  Despite my best efforts, I did notice them leave together, but I wasn’t mad, in fact it all made a lot of sense.  But knowing he was banging someone else did give me that extra incentive for my actions later in the night….
Chad finally showed up and was acting like a wasted idiot and had no idea where Kurt was.  I was nearly done my jug and was contemplating calling it a night and making the long drive home until Kurt finally showed up.  They convinced a few of us to go over to the bar before last call.  I figured since I was out anyway and had a place to crash I may as well make the most of it.  We did a couple shots and then went back to Kurt’s.  We smoked copious amounts of weed and that’s when I started puking.  And puking.  And puking some more.  I eventually managed to drag my wasted ass off the bathroom floor and onto a cot in Kurt’s room where I immediately puked into an awaiting bucket.  He told me that if I felt better I was welcome to join him in his bed.

I woke up in the morning and felt stupid and disappointed.  Rather than chalk the entire experience as a loss, I got up, brushed my teeth, climbed into bed with Kurt and seduced him.  It was exactly what I imagined sex with someone nearly 10 years my junior would be like and I can only pray to God that I did not take his virginity.  I told him what to do and got mine before passing back out.  Everyone was starting to wake up so we went to the bakery for food.  That’s when I got the message from Ted:
“Hey, I’m really sorry last night.  I think I’ve been going a little crazy cause I know I’m leaving soon.”
I was genuinely confused.  Sorry for what?  Fucking someone else?  Ignoring me?  Did we have some sort of fight or interaction that I couldn’t recall?  I asked him why he was apologizing.
“Maybe it’s not a big deal, but I left with someone else last night and I feel like an asshole.”
That’s when the rage hit me.  What the fuck was this idiot hoping to accomplish?  Did he think his apology would keep me fucking him?  Or did he genuinely feel guilty and was trying to clear his conscience?  What did he expect me to say in return?  What a dumb mother fucker!
I thought about my response.  I knew I should probably ignore him completely, or better yet, come up with some breezy response along the lines of ‘Whatevs, I’m fucking other people too.’  But in that moment that’s not how I felt.  I had to say something and make it icy so as to ward off any future attempts to fuck me and what came out was:
“You and I always knew this was just sex.  You’re free to do whatever/whoever you like.  But after 2 weeks of not speaking to me, don’t message me some paltry excuse and apology, it’s not making you look like a nice guy.  And don’t bother responding to this message.  Have a good one.”
Too cold perhaps?  For me it felt just right.  And he got the point.  When I saw him at the pub again later that day, he made no effort to speak to me and he and his friend left shortly after for the bar.

Once again, I let my emotions into what should have been a carefree fling.  Now I’m more desperate than ever to get the fuck out of this town and its people.

Maybe I’ll have better luck next time.  Or maybe I should just give up on the notion of no-strings-attached.  Clearly it’s an unobtainable goal.

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Is It True?

After losing my passport and falling into a dark pit of self-loathing, I did what I always do in dire circumstances: I reconnected with a former fling.

In this particular case, it was my darling Lip Ring. I had been in Auckland and he had been pressuring me to hangout with him.  When he heard the news of my world collapsing (I’m not dramatic at all, I swear) he insisted I come out to the North Shore and have a couple beers, his treat. He rightly assumed that I needed my best friend/worst enemy, alcohol, to help me through the pain. We sat outside, chain smoking and sipping beers.  We chatted about a lot of things, but somehow our conversation got onto Neil Strauss’ The Game and the art of picking up the opposite sex.  I mentioned how intimidating it can also be for women to approach a man and strike up a conversation.
“There’s no reason a woman should be approaching a man in the first place,” he insisted.
“Why not?  How else will she let them know she’s interested?” I pressed.
“If he’s interested, then he’ll make the first move.  Simple as that.”
“So what’s a woman supposed to do to seduce a guy?”
“Make herself attractive, dress sexily and not be fat.”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
Of course, this statement launched us into a heated debated, which made for some awesome angry sex later (God, our relationship is dysfunctional.) I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said, but decided to dismiss his views as exclusive to the Dutch and not applicable here in New Zealand. That is, until this week…

My friend Pete had just moved down under and came to visit me. We launched into a similar conversation when I insisted on performing my “Pick-up Rap” for him (yeah, I wrote a rap to pick up guys at the bar and believe me when I say it’s amazing.)
“Yeah, that’s pretty good, but there’s no reason for you to ever use it.”
“Why not?” I asked, “I want to try it out on a guy, I think it would be a great way to break the ice and at least garner a laugh.”
“If a guy is interested, he’ll approach you.  If you have to start the conversation, you’re wasting your time.  Sure, he might go home with you, but he’ll never actually be into you.”
“That CAN’T be true!” I cried, “What about shy guys?”
“Do you really want a shy guy who can’t even muster the courage to speak to you?  Believe me, as a woman, all you need to do is smile, make 5 seconds of eye contact and wait for him to do the rest.”
I refused to believe, even when Pete cited mating in the animal kingdom and how it’s normally the men who must put in the work to attract a partner. Here I was thinking that if I hit on a guy, he would be impressed and find it refreshing.  But apparently I am just coming off as desperate and pathetic.

Still in denial, I decided to test the theory.  During a Tinder rampage while in the city, I had matched with my ideal guy: tall, bearded, tattooed, well-traveled, North American.  We had chatted intermittently, but since I became pretty sheepish about my Tinder tear, I wasn’t really going on the app except to continue our lagging conversation.  He told me to add him to Facebook to chat there.  I did and then did not hear a peep out of him for weeks.
I struggled to come up with a clever and interesting greeting, but settled for something boring and cliche.  Then I waited. And waited.  And waited some more.  He had been online, he had read the message, but he didn’t respond for over two days.  Ashamed, I deleted the conversation history in an effort to pretend it hadn’t happened.  He finally responded after I took the drastic step of deleting him off Facebook, his response was half-hearted.

Who knows why he decided he wasn’t interested, but the fact of the matter was he obviously wasn’t and so he did not pursue me.  Maybe there is something to this claim after all, but it leaves me feeling so helpless.

Can someone shed some light on this for me?  Guys?  Girls?  Anyone?

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I Love Sex

I love sex.  There is no other way to put it.

I am a very sexual person…
If I’m not having regular sex, then I am hunting for someone to have sex with.
If I’m not actively hunting, then I am fantasizing about having sex.
If I’m alone, then I am frantically masturbating (4, sometimes 5 times in a night?!)
I am a little freak.

But it wasn’t always this way…

My first sexual partner was my high school boyfriend.  I was a virgin, he was not.  He introduced me to the magical world of cunnilingus and as much as I loved the oral sex, I wasn’t such a huge fan of the vaginal sex.  It was uncomfortable and awkward, we only ever did missionary and he would hold off on finishing until I orgasmed first.  That was obviously never going to happen so I did what I thought was best: I would let him fuck me for a few minutes and then I would fake my orgasm with Academy Award winning zeal and he would quickly finish.  It’s still amazing to me that someone who was giving me real orgasms could never differentiate between the two.

The next man I slept with was a depraved, sociopathic, bipolar mess; and the sex was incredible.  He opened me up to myself in ways no one has since.  I realized I could like sex, maybe even love it.  I discovered that I liked road head, phone sex, role playing and butt stuff.  Our entire relationship, the two of us were either fighting or fucking, but when it was the latter, damn it was good!

When I found myself finally single again, I couldn’t wait to spread my wings (and legs!) and hunt for some hot sex.  I ended up stumbling into a relationship and with a VIRGIN no less.  Although horrified at first, I must admit I did enjoy playing teacher and introducing him to the wonderful world of intercourse.  He was even the first guy to give me an orgasm from sex alone.  I trained him to be my ideal lover, but there was still some spark missing.

After that ended, I decided to engage in my first one night stand.  He was a friend of a friend, muscular, tall, and tatted.  He asked me to come home with him and I couldn’t refuse.  It was not what I expected.  He was into choking and biting, but was a softy who also enjoyed cuddling and conversations.
Is this what all one night stands are like?  I wondered, so I decided to find out.

In one year my number jumped from 3 to well into the double digits.  I learned that there were all kinds of men, dicks, sex styles.  It was all in the name of research, I swear.
By the time I started up with him, I was feeling a little sheepish about my sexual rampage.  He and I had a troubled sex life from the get go.  Even when it was at its best, it wasn’t enough for me.  Whenever I suggested spicing things up, he would become extremely offended.  He knew I was more experienced then him and it made him feel unworthy.  Even after finishing an especially hot romp, I would find myself masturbating while he snored beside me.  One orgasm wasn’t enough for me, I wanted to bang all night long, but I had no way of telling him that.
I thought that I was the problem, I must have been weird and depraved and unworthy of a real relationship.

I did finally decided to leave him, but I didn’t think I would be ready to jump into casual sex for a long long time.  Then I met Matthew and the man rocked my world.  I was ecstatic to get out into the world and start sampling the buffet until I got stuck in my worst draught.

There’s something else I love about sex other than the pleasure and the orgasms, it’s the unexpected intimacy.
Think about it.  You may not love someone you’re fucking, you may not even like them, hell, you may straight up hate them, but the sex can still be amazing.  In that moment, you are seeing a person at their most exposed and vulnerable.  Your bodies literally fit together to become one.  It’s a pretty powerful thing.  After all, sex is the reason we’re all here today, it’s on most peoples mind at any given time, it’s always present and prevalent in society.  Regardless of your stance, there is no denying the affect it has on all of our lives.

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Figuring it Out

I may have finally figure out this sex with no strings attached thing…

It started about 3 weeks ago… I was at the bar, a few drinks in and talking to a very forward and rather cute American guy named Ted.  We had spent most of the night getting pretty handsy on the dance floor and although we had met and chatted before we had certainly taken that next step to flirting.  I had work in the morning and had stopped drinking so I finally decided to bow out, but I was much intrigued.  Ted is well-traveled, intelligent, sweet and attractive.  On top of all that, he is 8 years my senior so I was counting on him knowing his way around a female body.  He is forward and a little slutty, I am shy and a little slutty, I was about to leave this small town for good so why not have a little fun?
He and Kennedy were on friendly terms and he sent her a text inviting her, myself and our friend Jill (who was in town visiting and is apparently my sex charm) to come by his house and look through his insane telescope.  I was totally keen since I was hoping it would lead to something else and I really wanted to see the rings of Saturn that were promised to me. The stargazing was incredible, but I couldn’t entirely relax.  I didn’t know what to say or how to act, especially with my friends present.  We all decided to sit in the hot tub for a while and pretty soon after, Kennedy and Jill felt too flushed and went back inside the house.  Ted and I sat alone and chitchatted. I looked down at my pruney hands and suggested maybe we get out.  That’s when, out of nowhere, he leaned over and kissed me.  It took me by surprise, but it wasn’t unwelcome.  He was an awesome kisser and we started making out despite the fact we were clearly visible from the house and in plain view of the girls.  Things begun to get intense and I tried to think of what to do next. Should I cut it off to leave with my friends and pick things back up another time? Should I go inside and ask my friends to help wingman me? Luckily, they made the decision for me by clearing their throats rather loudly while coming outside and announcing, “We’re going to go home, call us later if you need a ride!”
I love those girls.
We got back into it and soon enough we were entirely naked.  Terrified of one of his roommates walking outside and disgusted by the potential amount of bacteria present in the jacuzzi, I suggested we move things inside.
Once we had relocated to his bedroom, I busted out my sexiest moves.  He went down on me for ages, but when I tried to go down on him he panicked and abruptly declared, “Let’s slow things down a little.” I guess he had more beers than I realized while waiting for us to show up at his house and was having some, for lack of a better word, trouble. I reassured him that there was no rush whatsoever and insisted he relax.  I went to work putting on a show for him and his liquid courage began to manifest itself because he bent me over and before I knew it we were having sex.
Now I know it’s wrong to have unprotected sex with someone who is more or less a stranger, but it felt so great and I was scared the wind would leave his sail, that I didn’t stop him.
When we were finished he started, “You can sleep over if you want, or I can drive you home.  I do have to be up early.”
I took that as, I want you to leave, but I’m too polite to say, so I took him up on the ride home. I got home and the girls were waiting up for me to ask for all the dirty details.  I told them everything and they both scolded me for being unsafe and playing with fire.  I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

I woke up in the morning to a friend request from Ted.  I felt flattered and couldn’t help but smile.  My grin grew larger when later in the day he sent me a message, “Hey, last night was really fun. :)”
Yes, yes it was…
“I hope this isn’t too forward of me,” he continued, “but are you on birth control?  We kind of broke the no condom rule last night.” My face fell.  This was the reason he was communicating with me?  To ease his own anxiety?  I assured him I was on birth control and lectured him on asking such questions beforehand.  Since I was just as much to blame I reigned in my anger and questioned his sexual past.  He tried to assure me he was healthy and went for regular checkups but I wasn’t entirely convinced. I felt dirty and used, but why?  Ted is a cool guy, but definitely not my type and I didn’t want to have anything more than a physical relationship with him.  Was I so insecure that I needed every guy I fucked to fall head over heals in love with me so that I could have the joy of brushing him off?  Or maybe I was just terrified of being so meaningless and easy to drop?  Either way I was confused.

The next night I joined Jill and Kennedy at the pub for a wine tasting and pizza eating event.  It was great fun and the vino was definitely flowing.  I was already tipsy when Ted showed up with a few others.  Despite my best judgement, he and I begun engaging in sexy banter and before I knew it he had me pushed up against a corner wall with his tongue down my throat. “Let’s get out of here,” we both agreed. We said goodbye to our respective crews and they all snickered knowingly, but neither of us cared.

We chatted back and forth and crossed paths again a couple days later at the bar.  Once again, we spent the night together. A few days passed without us being able to rendezvous and when we finally had an opportunity to meet up, he had come down with a nasty cold.  I waited patiently for 3 days and finally saw him when a few of us went to his house to watch a movie.  He was still feeling a little under the weather but that didn’t stop me from jumping his bones the moment everyone else left. This was a regrettable choice as the next day I immediately came down with the same cold and it lasted for 3 weeks (and counting, the story coming up next!) We hooked up once more while I was sick and then spent the night together before I was meant to leave. It was the best sex we’d had together and we both agreed we should try to meet up over in Aus.

My travel plans went array and I ended back in town knowing he would be back from a work trip in a couple weeks.  I started getting uneasy about potentially seeing him again.  Did he want to see me?  Does he care about me at all?  Am I coming on too strong by messaging him? That’s when I realized: I don’t give a shit! The sex is good, he’s a cool guy, I want to sleep with him again so I’m going to do it.  Who cares what he thinks?  I know he’s not for me, so why all the pressure?  He should count his lucky stars that a beautiful woman like me would even glance in his direction.

I think I finally found the key to meaningless sex.