This story is gonna be short becuase I'd like to keep it that way. I used to... talk? see?...something with this guy some years ago. One day, in the midst of all that ambiguousness, I met him at his place to hang out. I don't remember what we were doing earlier that day and I can't tell you what led up to the sex. But I DO remember that there was NO type of foreplay. At all. I know that every time doesn't have to include foreplay, but we weren't in a rush so I could have gotten something rubbed or touched or SOMETHING. Anyway, clothes come off and we get to it. Only I'm the one getting to anything! He's just laying there. I think I'm working it out, tossing my hair and whatnot (I had straight hair at the time) and he's laying there. Chillin I guess. So I have a decision to make. I opt to switch up the positioning I'm trying to transition gracefully, but dude is absolutely not moving with me. I KNOW he knew that I was trying to switch up the flow. At this point my interest, libido, and drive all jump out his apartment window and I'm over it. Meanwhile, he's STILL chillin?!??! I promptly ended whatever that was, gathered my stuff, and left for the "meeting I had to get to". That relationship did not flourish (for many reasons) and needless to say, neither did any other sexual contact. Sigh.
2/8/2012 11:01:50 pm
lmao this is funny, yet it is very sad. I'm guessing this guy is attractive, attractive enough to go to bed with him. although apparently no one has ever told this guy that what he's doing was wrong. someone has to hit him over the head with reality. unless your fabolous(the rapper), you can't slide with doing nothing.
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