Last week I had a couple reverse dates that I guess I’m going to tell you about.
And by “reverse dates” I mean that we had sex first– then sort of had the talking and stuff afterward.
God, I suck at dating. Literally.
First up: coffee date guy. This was my “reconnection” guy that I saw at the leather night at the Eagle. Yes, he’s the one that bailed on a coffee date.
But then last Wednesday he came over and we sort of skipped the coffee part and went right to the fucking part.
It was as good as I remembered. And fun. And fulfilling— VERY fulfilling.
But then we had a nice chat afterward and got caught up on our respective lives. And we even went out for pizza, so… See? Reverse date.
Unfortunately, I think he is just as emotionally unavailable as he was the last time. Which sucks, because there is something about him. It’s like he’s a neodymium magnet and I’m a ferrous based alloy.
Anyway– on to date #2.
So, I’m on Scruff on Friday and I get messaged by a cute, younger (like 31) bearded student guy. PhD student. And we start chatting.
I really didn’t think I’d be his type. I’m older, and a good deal bigger (he’s like 5’10” and 130 lbs.
Anyway, he had just finished his dissertation and was looking to blow off some steam. And it being a Friday, I of course had no plans.
So he came over.
And blow off some steam we did.
But then we started talking, and it was really great. I learned about his PhD work, and we talked movies and art (he enjoyed my eclectic tastes) and all sorts of stuff
Again– reverse date.
But I think I might like to reverse date this one again. He was pretty sexy (like naughty nerd) sexy, and a really good kisser.