What has gotten into me?
Last night I met Max. A 30 something cutie, analyst. I was real nervous before meeting him. Probably more nervous this time than others. Maybe it was because we spoke so much on the phone. I was attracted to him before I met him. Great personality. When I got to the restaurant LATE, he was outside waiting for me. Now I did call to tell him I was running late. He gave me a long warm hug. We went to the bar and I ordered a glass of wine. I probably appeared picky because I asked them to clean my glass, twice. It felt so ucky, like baked on food. We sat down to have our meal and had great conversation. He was real flirty and touchy feely with me. I liked that coming from him. He was very cute in the face. A little bigger than what I had hoped but he was still cute. I ended up with this creamy chicken dish which was delicious. Let's just say that my chicken was sexually harassed. I had a couple of glasses of some really good wine so I had a real good buzz.
We left the restaurant and then he walked me to my car. We then decided that we were going back to his place. Whoa. STOP. Did I just say that? Yes, on the first date I went back to his place! We stopped to pick up a bottle of wine. Upon entering his home, I noticed that it was very clean for a guy. His place was cute and clean. No real decorating ability but it worked. His cat greeted me at my feet and wanted me to pick it up. I did pick him up and he did not want me to put him down! I loved the cat. Max poured me some wine and we sat on the couch and watched the "beginning" of a movie. He then started rubbing my arms and hands and then told me to rub his arms and hands. Okay, I love to give a massage but damn, do you have to tell me when to do you? What is this tit for tat? Can you just give without expecting to receive? I went ahead and massaged his arms and hands. Then he kissed me. He was a good kisser. We screwed around a little on the couch...you know, grinding, touching, kissing. He went for the crotch on the outside and I did not stop him. I did do the O and he was cool about it. He told me to let go. When i did, it was more intense. He then tells me to go upstairs with him and "cuddle". Yeah right.
Now for the confession...I did go to his bed, I did take off my shirt, I did see and play with his thing...all on the FIRST date. What the hell was I thinking? Let's be honest here, I knew at the restaurant that I wanted to go back to his place and make out. I was in the mood for it. I have been so aroused lately. Gosh, being in my thirties is not easy. My sex drive is way high.
He ended up walked me to my car. He kissed me, twice. He texted me when I got home and sent me a sweet email. All I kept thinking was how much I looked like an easy, sleezy, slut. I hope he calls again.
