No bullshit

First date with M., a bank CFO originally from Kosovo, raised in the Bronx. 6’4″, big guy but not entirely comfortable with it, especially in a crowded Spotted Pig. Nice enough guy but a) talked a lot about what he liked and needed in a woman, and b) kept talking about how spare my online profile is, which after a while made me uncomfortable. Am I really supposed to have some list of must-haves and dealbreakers?

He will only date women who are over 5’4″, with light colored eyes, with good hygiene. He can’t date Indian or Asian women because curry smells. Wow, did he really say that? He couldn’t stand the lack of hygiene when he went to visit cousins in Albania.

Maybe I’m being too harsh. But still, not making it to date two.

Update: just got email from him asking me out again. In spite of having absolutely no intention of accepting, it was still surprisingly important to me that he wanted to.

Jesus.

The responses I’ve gotten have changed since I changed my profile to “bi,” and not just because they now include women. The types of men who respond have changed, and the overall vibe is different.

I still maintain most guys are straight or gay, and most women are bi.
Most straight guys think bi girls are hot. Most gay women think bi girls are slutty.

Are we indecisive? or just more honest?

J. shared my profile with A., this sort of slutty looking girl he’s fucked before. So now we’re on. She’s not really my type, but I claimed not to have a type, so what the hell.

The three of us sexted all afternoon and most of the evening. I sent some relatively modest naked pics from the bathtub, she sent one with her finger up her ass. He sent repeated pics of his ever-increasing hard-on.

This should be fun. I am going in with an open mind and open legs. Probably an open ass by the end of it, too.

At J.’s request, I’ve updated my online profile to read ‘bi’. He really wants to find a second girl for us to fuck, and it’ll be easier for me to find her than him.

And it’s true, I just don’t really self-identify that way, and I’m not really looking to date women. I just want to fuck one. With him.

I worked from home on Monday and J. and I spent most of the day on IM sexting. Not all of it titillating but a great, explicit discussion of what we’ve done (where, what, whom) and what we want to do. He’s dying to pop my ass cherry. lol. couldn’t get that phrase out of my mind all night. Continued via phone text when we both went out but my party ran late, he went home to brooklyn. His directness and unabashed need makes me very hot. Woke up in the night thinking of his cock, had to rub one off to go back to sleep. He checked in again tonight but I had class til late. Gotta figure out this scheduling thing.

Another sex date from online… disappointing. And I knew it would be, but I just couldn’t stop myself from going through with it. He was so excited I looked like my picture, and actually showed up. But he was small — short and thin — and I’m pretty sure took a cialis or similar when he went to the lavatory at the bar. He came back and wanted to hang out for a bit more before going back to his apartment and then had a raging hard-on on the walk back. sex and even just touching just…. disappointing.

whatever.

I’ve been doing this for two years? cool.

I haven’t exercised much since hurting my toe, and I’ve been drinking a fair amount, and hence I’ve been feeling less fabulous than I should. And it’s shocking how externally focused I am — I do so need external validation. So I meet this boy who thinks I’m hot and guess what? now I am again.

I wake up in Bushwick and I’m totally spooned between this lovely boy and his puppy dog, one on each side. bliss.

Yes, that needed a headline. It was about fucking time. Met him online, kind of surprised to have escalated it right away, but I needed sex and there he was, looking for it. Looking for me. So not my type– kind of preppy looking, but smart and funny and very comfortable talking explicitly about sex. I’m never initiating that conversation, but I’ll participate; it was kind of fun. He thinks I’m sexy. He loved how I sucked his cock (though to be fair, I’m really very, very good at it.) He seemed surprised that I woke him up early for more. I’ve no idea where this is going, and I don’t think he’s boyfriend material, but he has really nice dimples and an adorable smile and wants to fuck me with another chick if we can find one. I’m not giving him a nickname yet. He’s just J., for now, and I’m trying really hard not to online stalk him, but I would like another piece of that. Soon.