my ‘hood for another WC match with new boy, back to my place for sex, out to the movies, back to my place for dinner and more sex.

same impressions as last time. i’ll give him credit: three orgasms, truly. he really does have a talented tongue.

I think he thinks he’s about to have a girlfriend. I’m looking for exit strategies. Gotta decide if I’m going to man up or weasel out.

I’m out with friends and b-boy texts looking for company. I say sure and have him stop by the bar down the block to pick me up. He was weirdly non-social with them so I took him upstairs where I realized he was both exhausted (he’d been out in the sun all day) and drunk. Went through the usual motions of porn and couch stroking and then he decided it was time to go. He didn’t come, made no attempt to please me, and left. Fuck him.

Bad Annie went on a date with someone I met online. First online date ever – second date total in 30 years.

The ceramicist was sweet and smart and funny. Unlike the last date, I was very comfortable with him, my usual smart-ass self. We hung out for the whole evening, went back to his studio & made out on the couch. And I decided not to fuck him, at least not right then, so I came home. I’m not sure I’ve ever done that before.

He followed up the next day, we’ve chatted a few times since, I’m seeing him again on Sat. It’s not going to be an earth-shaking relationship — he’s really not ‘boy’ enough to stand up to me — but fuck I’m bored, he is absolutely better company than being alone.

New barriers broken today: I had an actual date with b-boy, it was in the daytime, and we went to his place. I had a spare ticket to an event and I knew it was something that would interest him, so I took a deep breath and invited him. He accepted and was good company. He invited me back to his place (side note: omg he has roommates, I haven’t lived with someone other than a lover since 1988). He had to do laundry at the place across the street, so we were on a timer (side note: timer is kind of fun). I found a new favorite position — him standing, me sitting, perfect height for his dick in my mouth plus gives him lots of control over the action. He repeated the “you should teach seminars on this” comment which I have to say just makes me happy. It was a good day.

I’m sensing a trend here. In this one, I’m crashing at someone’s house on Houston St. It’s a real house, not an apt. In the morning we’re all getting up and tiptoeing around, turns out we’re not supposed to be there. And it’s a massage parlor, a skeezy one at that. We sort of get caught so I end up outside at the bus shelter with the masseuse. Neither the massage nor the sex it leads to are that good and I think, ‘aren’t you supposed to be a professional?’

i don’t hear from b-boy for, like, weeks on end. i’m in the sloughs of despond over ex-boy and i can’t even get laid.

where did we leave off? ex-boy arrives, fucks me, then tells me about the new girl he’s dating. wtf. not that i wouldn’t have fucked him anyway, i probably would have, but it should have been my choice. i spend the entire long weekend miserable. he’s fine in the morning until the west coast wakes up, then he’s insufferable until bedtime, when he wants to have sex again. fml.

somewhere during or after that weekend i realized it’s long past time to end this. maybe everyone else on earth already knew that, but really, my feelings only need to get hurt a couple of dozen times before I sort that out.

and i spend the next few weeks completely miserable. do we really need to hear about that?

much better – a text during the sox game, came over after. watch porn, have sex, go home. didn’t think i was going to come, some days it’s just elusive, but he’s persistent and yes, still quite good. I did let him watch for a little while first, after he brought it up; i was still feeling grateful for that killer orgasm last time. he still won’t fuck me, but i guess i’m just going to have to find someone else for that, no point if he’s just not into it.

I have a sense of his taste from the fast-forwards through cinemax now; maybe i’ll go get something nice for next time. (girl on girl, at least one with large natural breasts, for those interested.)

It wasn’t intentional, but I’d gotten up late and dressed in a hurry and by the time I realized they were crotchless tights it was too late to change. So I went to work in crotchless tights. Definitely upped the game in concentrating through meetings.

badannie had, well, a date with b-boy. we arranged to meet several days ahead of time. he came over sober. i cooked dinner, we watched tv, had sex, he went home. kind of nice, kind of weird. for now, i’m still thinking of it as a variation on the booty call. we’ll see.

sex, by the way? best ever. i’m not kidding. i’ve never come like that with a partner. he and his tongue are welcome over for dinner any time.

he was asking earlier for me to masturbate so he could watch. i declined but only because i really wanted him to touch me. now, i think he’s earned his watch… next time…

although: still hasn’t fucked me. if sex wasn’t so good without it i’d press the issue more, but it’s definitely bugging me.