So I recently went home with a guy.
Yeah, I don't really know how to start this story.
Basically, here is the very short version of it. I had been talking to this guy for a while, texting, of course some of it was dirty talk, but there was also cute texts in there. Cute does not equate to fuck buddy. I don't know, that's just my opinion. Compliments, asking how's your day, how was your Xmas, FAMILY, no. Ok maybe I'm being a bit over the top, but if I want to simply root and boot you, I'm going to ask you "What you up to today?" "Nothing" "Come over". Do not drag me on for 3 fucking weeks asking me about my sick father and about what a smart boy I am. You don't care about my brain when you're in me. Ugh.
Excuse my French and my horrible language but it just agitates me. It agitates me how when guys aren't upfront with what they want it's confusing to know where you stand but also when guys know what they want and it's not quite on the same page as yourself, you seem to lash out at them for something that's not really their fault..
I'm not going to lie. I love sex. I love having one night stands sometimes. I like meeting new people, hitting it off and banging. Not gonna lie.
Ok I left this post as a draft for about a week, I totally forgot about it.
But I actually ended up seeing him out one night and he totally gave me a half assed hi. Ok douche bag. I'm just gonna keep him as a "if I'm bored I'll hit you up" sorta thing, not worth the trouble. Leading on cunt.
