Sporting Goods goes for round 3

On a happier note, Sporting Goods and I have been texting while I was on vacation. He wants to hang out Sunday. The butterflies are a-fluttering.

Good Bye Brit

You might be a little shocked by the title of this blog. Listen, if I had read this 2 weeks ago, I would've been shocked as well. Let me explain. I come back to NYC after 2 weeks of being away, and Brit wants to hang out. During my 2 weeks hiatus from him, I realize that I don't really miss him. I find myself thinking about Sporting Goods much more. That's a red flag already.

We decide to see each other the night I am back. I am not overly excited or stoked. The butterflies aren't there anymore. Brit and I meet some of my friends out for drinks. After a couple cocktails, my sexual attraction for Brit is back. We are getting cozy and I am in the mood. Then, the bill comes and it's a hefty one. I put down my credit card and Brit doesn't offer to pay for any of it. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT?! I know that he has been struggling financially but who does he think I am? His sugar momma? But I kick myself for saying anything. I hate bringing up money, it makes me uncomfortable. So feeling irked by the whole thing, we stumble back to my apartment.

I sort of get over the whole thing since I am thoroughly wasted. I don't remember what happens next but I am positive we have sex. Multiple times. I will admit that Brit is great in bed 'cause he elongates foreplay. What girl doesn't like foreplay?

The next morning I wake up with extreme frustration. I finally come to the realization that Brit has not been treating me the way I deserve to be treated. When was the last time he made an effort with me? When was the last time he did something nice for me? He hasn't even started to court me and I'm already picking up the tab? He may say things that I want to hear ("I miss you," "I'm attached"), but there's no action to match. And the more I think about it the more I envy his situation. Not only does he reap the benefits of my financial stability, but he also gets to see me naked, and have sex with me! Doesn't he realize how lucky he is?

As I start brewing with these thoughts, I grow colder and colder towards Brit. I start to move away from his arms and when he gets up to leave, I let him. I know he senses something is wrong and I know I probably should explain things. But at the same time, I feel like he doesn't deserve an explanation. He kisses me on my forehead and I say "bye." It's for good this time.

When a man doesn't cherish the woman he's with, he deserves nothing from her. Good bye Brit, one day you're in and next day, you're out.

Mr. Broken

I am on vacation with my family for the holidays and decide to make my last night at the resort a good one. A guy friend just happens to be at the same resort so we decide to hit the clubs. Keep in mind that I've been with my family for almost 2 weeks so I am not in the mental or physical state of hooking up. My goal is to drink and dance.

We get to the club and start dancing and drinking. I notice cute guys but I know they're not going to approach me with my guy friend around. Again, I'm not looking to hook up anyway. My friend and I hit the bar and while he's ordering drinks, I notice a guy trying to get the bartender's attention. I laugh at him a little and he starts talking to me. He's on the shorter side, small stature, but a big presence. I notice that he's a redhead and as I normally wouldn't go for redheads, something about him reminds me of my junior high crush who was also a redhead (if my friend B is reading this, you know who I'm talking about!). He has a really cute face with the best smile wrinkles I've ever seen. I am mysteriously attracted to him and enjoy his sense of humor and confidence. There's nothing better than a man who is confident in who he is. Oh, did I mention his southern accent?

After he establishes that there's nothing romantic between me and my guy friend, he leads me to the dance floor. Mystery man is from North Carolina and is my age. He's out here by himself after finding out about his unfaithful wife the day before Thanksgiving. They've been together for 8 years; 5 years married. I then find out that he has been nothing but faithful to her, put her through nursing school, gave her everything she wanted and needed: bought the house she requested, bought the boat she demanded. The man is broken. Mr. Broken. He tells me that he had fallen for her the minute he saw her and wanted to give her the world. The bitch then decided to fuck a mutual friend. Classy.

There's so much pain in Mr. Broken's eyes but there's also determination. He's out here to have fun and to start over. I tell him that he made 3 big mistakes: 1) getting married so young, 2) spoiling the shit out of his wife, and 3) believing in marriage in the first place. We toast and start making out. Broken and I then go back to his room and talk for a good hour...just about life, relationships, our stories. He's from a conservative southern upbringing, so my views shock him a little, but we still seem to be on the same page. I truly admire a man who can decide to close a chapter in his life and fully move on to the next. Mr. Broken is so ready for new adventures that it makes me feel like we're kids, thinking that the sky is the limit.

We end the night having sex before I have to catch my 6am flight back to NYC. It is all very intimate and he is a great lover. After I get dressed, he sneaks a picture of me and says, "I need proof that I met such a hot woman tonight." We exchange contact info and we are still texting back and forth as I write this.

Broken's divorce will be finalized in September 2010. Cheers to that!

Sex Lighting

Since I've literally tripled the number of men I've slept with in my 2 months of singlehood, I've decided to invest in some sex lighting. I used to only be able to have sex in the dark, I guess it comes with insecurities that we all have. But I've also realized that the darker it is, the sleepier I tend to be. There have been incidences where I almost fell asleep with a cock in me. I guess boozing too much beforehand doesn't help either.

The idea of sex lighting came to me when SG and I slept together last week. I had my kitchen light on and it's pretty bright. Right before we got naked, SG turned that light off and asked, "Is that too dark?" I wanted to respond, "Yes" but at the same time, I didn't know what would be my alternative. I think all of my lights are too bright, unless if I turn the bathroom light on and close the door half way. Which, in my opinion, would take way too much effort and time.

So, I need something that is within reach from my bed, and creates a candlelit atmosphere without actually lighting a candle. Nothing as cheesy as clap-on clap-off, but something equally as easy! The search begins...

Brit is back, again.

Mr. Brit texted me over a week ago to see how I was doing. I responded and asked him how he was doing, but never heard back. By now, I assume that things are cooling down between us and that he has probably moved on to someone else. I am hurt and a little confused, but at the same time, feel that I have moved on to Mr. Sporting Goods. The day I am leaving to go home for the holidays, I do a courtesy text to Brit, "Hey, I'm leaving today. Just wanting to wish you happy holidays." Immediately, I get a text back, "Likewise. I texted you last week but never got a response...made me sad" followed by "I miss your face." After a couple more exchanges, we figure out that he never got my text message so for the 2 weeks we had not seen each other, we both assumed the other one had moved on. Technology has failed us.

You know how in the book and the movie, "He's Just Not That Into You" it's a rule that if the guy is interested, he'll contact you. So, if you don't hear from him, don't make excuses such as "maybe his phone died," "maybe he never got my message," "maybe he's really busy at work." Well ladies and gents, this is one incident where he really didn't get my message!

That night, maybe by fate, I miss my flight and can't fly out until the next morning. My first text goes out to Brit, "Hey missed my flight, what are you up to tonight?" That night, after having dinner and drinks with one of my guy friends, Brit comes and meets up with me. As soon as we make eye contact, we can't keep our hands off of each other. He tells me that 2 weeks of not seeing me is way too long. We finish up our drinks and head back to my place. I have to admit, it's so nice to be back in Brit's arms again although I've been mad at him. He is so gentle and smooth, and extremely attentive. We start getting hot and heavy and Brit asks for a condom. Suddenly, flashes of Mr. Ireland and Mr. Oops go by and I realize that I am out of condoms. I break the news to him and Brit says, "You're out? What did you do with them?...Wait, don't answer that." He looks really disappointed and I feel really bad. Obviously, he knows I haven't exactly been making condom balloon animals in the last 2 weeks. We decide to cuddle until I have to head to the airport. Brit tells me that he hasn't touched a girl since he's been with me. And I believe him. He then tells me that he's attached. And I believe him.

Brit then sends me off in a cab to the airport and as I pull away, I can't help but feel confused emotionally and physically. I feel a level of romance and comfort with Brit, but at the same time feel excitement and mystery with SG. I definitely have strong feelings for both and I just want to enjoy the confusion for now.

2nd Date w/ Mr. Sporting Goods

After what seems like the 3 longest days of my life, my 2nd date with Sporting Goods is finally here. I have been contemplating whether I want to sleep with him or not. I guess it's not really do I want to, but should I? Still undecided, I pick out an outfit that's covered up on top ("I'm a good girl and don't sleep around") and tight on the bottom with high boots ("But I can be a bad girl if you want me to"). I head to my usual dance class and sneak out early so I can take a quick shower and pretty myself up. On my way to meet Mr. SG at the movie theater (conveniently located right by my apartment), my heart is racing and I feel like I'm about to explode. I spot him from outside and I pause to catch my breath. He is so hot. I am still in disbelief that this handsome man is here for me and we're about to spend the rest of the evening together. Just me and him. Then I remind myself that this is the type of guy I deserve and he should be thankful to be with ME tonight.

I walk in and give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. SG already has the tickets ready and we engage in some small talk. I would tell you what movie we're seeing but it really doesn't matter. We walk into the theater and I am disappointed that he doesn't choose the dark corner spot. Frankly, I just want to make out with him and have no interest in the movie whatsoever. The first half of movie we make little comments in each other's ears, but there's not much touching. Our body language, however, says otherwise. We're both leaned in towards each other. At one point, he's rubbing his hands due to the frigid temperature in the theater (why do they do that, btw?). I start rubbing his arms and he grabs my face and kisses me. It literally melts me in my seat. I am grinning from ear-to-ear and I can see he's the same at the corner of my eye. For the rest of the movie, SG either has his hand on my leg or is holding my hand. I'm liking how this movie is ending.

We head out to grab a drink and stop in at a random wine bar. After 3 glasses of wine, 4 beers, and pleasant conversation, we are basically kicked out by the staff as they start to put away the chairs and turn on the lights. SG and I walk out holding hands and then suddenly he stops, I turn around, and he says "Come here" and pulls me in for a kiss. There we are, 2 almost-strangers who met randomly at a bar barely 2 weeks ago, in a passionate embrace, making out in the middle of NYC. I love these moments because I don't think about anything else. Suddenly, we're interrupted by a cab honking. SG starts walking towards it and asks, "Are you coming with me?" I grab his hand and say, "No, you're coming home with me." It is freezing and windy and I tell SG that I want to make us some tea.

We head up to my apartment and I start boiling water. SG takes a quick tour of my studio and as I head towards my kitchen, he grabs me and lifts me up as I straddle him. We make out passionately and he gently puts me down on my bed. He then rips off my boots and starts taking off my top and my bra. The teapot starts whistling and I have to interrupt our session and turn off the stove. I quickly rush back and we resume in full force. We strip each other down and SG already has a condom handy. I like a man who is prepared but also, rather presumptuous, don't you think? Before he puts it on, I reach down for a feel. SG is BIIIIG. Not as long as Magic Stick, but definitely the biggest girth I have ever encountered. And what makes me even more ecstatic is that he is as hard as a rock. I let go so he could put the condom on. SG penetrates and I am haaaaaappy. I do, however, take several breaks because his cock is a little too much to handle at times. During those breaks, I lean back and admire SG's manly physique. He may be younger than me, but he has a mature sexual prowess about him. He also likes to do a little biting and spanking. It's always the quiet ones who are freaky in bed!

We finally tire each other out and SG spoons me. I ask him, "I thought you didn't want too many notches under your belt?" SG responds, "I don't like sleeping with people I know I don't want to see again." And then he says, "I have a confession. I really just came up for tea."

After SG leaves, I realize he's left his scarf. So, I text him, "left your scarf genius." He responds, "Yeah, the old leave behind gives me a good excuse to see you again."

I can't stop smiling and miss him already. So, I stalk his Facebook profile until I'm cross-eyed.

Magic Stick Won't Disappear!

On Sunday, I get home late from a holiday party and immediate get an IM from Magic Stick. After some forgettable small talk, he randomly asks, "What do you like?" So I randomly answer, "Flowers." Then he writes, "Stay awake for a while. I have some personal matters to attend to. Be right back." I'm buzzed and tired so I get ready for bed.

At around 3am, I hear my door buzzer go off. In my head, I'm thinking it's just some bootie call that got the wrong door. Then, I get a text from Magic Stick, verifying my apartment number! He proceeds to call me. I feel bad so I buzz him in. He is standing at the door with purple carnations at fucking 3am.

Magic Stick immediately steps in and tries to kiss me. I push him away. I thank him for the flowers and crawl back into bed. He starts taking off some of his clothes. I guess I must feel bad so I let him sleep over, but I make it very clear that we are not having sex. Magic Stick gets into bed and presses his magic stick against my thigh. He then cuddles with me and I pretend that I have fallen asleep. The next morning, I wake up to him caressing and sucking my nipples. I enjoy it for what it is since I literally haven't gotten any since Mr. Ireland. But then, his lips come close to mine, and that's when I push him away again. Magic Stick is definitely determined and tells me that he wants to go down on me but we don't have to have sex. I am so turned off by his desperation at this point that I push him away again. Magic Stick eventually gives up and leaves, but not without asking me for a kiss again. I give him a hug as a consolation prize.

Normally, I would find such a gesture somewhat romantic. But with Magic Stick, it was just down right creepy!

Sporting Goods calls for 2nd date!

Sporting Goods called tonight to go out again later this week. I seriously cannot wait! The dilemma is, shall I sleep with him or not before I leave for the holidays.....hmmmmm.

Date with Sporting Goods

First, Mr. Tennis cancels on our date so I decide to make a dinner date with my gay harem. OK, so it's my 1st date with Sporting Goods and it's literally 2 degrees in Manhattan. I pick up a new wool coat to wear over my new cute top. Yes, that's how prepared I am. My look is casual chic because I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard, but I've definitely put in an effort. I arrive at the bar fashionably late and nerves kick in as I slowly scan the bar for a familiar face. Then, there he is, cuter than I remembered, sitting at an empty table drinking a beer and making his way over to me. We hug hello (he's definitely tall) and he immediately goes to the bar to get my drink of choice. I settle on Amstel Light. He questions if they even have it, and I say with my utmost confidence, "Oh, they definitely do." (I did my research ahead of time).

We settle into our table and I notice that the bar is small and intimate. It's a cafe by day and bar after 5:30. I read on Yelp that it's a good place to take a date. Our conversation begins with how our days have been, the weather, and what we've been up to. Sporting Goods is more corporate than what I'm used too, and he's quite conservative. But he's also got a dry sense of humor. It's a good combo for me right now, seeing that I've been sleeping with homeless people (did I tell you? The Brit was homeless for a week?). I have to admit that I was really afraid that SG and I would run out of stuff to talk about in the 1.5 hours I've alloted for our date. But the conversation flows naturally and before I know it, I am already running half an hour late to dinner. Sporting Goods tells me that he's headed to my neighborhood to meet up with some friends and that he'd like to see me later. I don't give him a definitive answer although my mind is screaming "YES!"

Sporting Goods hails a cab and opens the door for me. He drops me off first and tells me he's definitely going to ask me out again. He opens the door for me and motions his finger to his cheek. I hug him and aim for the cheek as he turns and lightly kisses me on the lips. It's all too perfect.

I go to dinner with my gay harem of 3 boys while smiling from ear to ear. We gossip for a good 2 hours and then make our way to Sporting Goods. I was thinking about not seeing him so soon but I wanted a real kiss and I was determined to get it! We arrive at the bar and we all chat for a bit. SG shows me some dance moves and I show him some of mine. We are not touchy feely with each other although I am dying to be in his arms. Randomly, 2 guys approach us and start chatting with us. One of them is clearly hitting on me and offers to buy me a drink. What perfect timing! I'm creating competition without even planning on it.

It's getting late and SG has to work tomorrow. He asks to walk me home and I accept. We get to the front of my building and while I'm in mid-sentence, SG walks over and kisses me. The moment I've been waiting for!!! The kiss is lovely and even in 2 degree weather, I am feeling the heat. We embrace each other and the kiss is getting more passionate. He puts his hands against my skin on my lower back. He then slowly caresses the side of my hip and stomach. It's driving me crazy but I know I can't invite him in. Mostly because mother nature is making her monthly visit. We then hug good bye and SG says, "I'll talk to you later."

I'm kind of melting as I'm typing this, but this is by far one of the best dates I've ever had. But, I'm not going to get overly excited about it, at least not yet...

To double book or not to double book?

Mr. Tennis texts me and wants to hang out on the same night that I'm getting drinks with Mr. Sporting Goods. But, seeing that it is early drinks, I can squeeze in another date that night, right? I think it's always good to leave the first date so you're not lingering, and it creates a sense of mystery. I don't know, that's what I think.

Mr. Tennis

My girlfriend invites me to her tennis club holiday party and I show up with no expectations. I walk in and right away get introduced to a very cute guy. He's roughly 6 feet, strong broad shoulders, dark Asian-mix features that make him resemble a younger version of Tiger Woods, sans the harem of whores I hope. Instead of golf though, he plays tennis. So, I have my eye on Mr. Tennis for the night. I notice there is somewhat of a connection as he sits next to me and engages in a slightly awkward conversation. He is not the smoothest guy but that may also because he's still in his early 20's. We flirt for a bit and there is a lot of touching. There's also alcohol, so it makes the awkwardness dissipate a little. The group's innocent conversation eventually turns into sex talk. This is pretty inevitable in a group of young coeds. I am happy to divulge my sexual observations and am happy that Tennis is willing to share as well. At this point, I am pretty confident that he'll ask for my number.

We move to a bar across the street and Tennis is touching me whenever he can. He notices that I have a belly button ring and a tat on my back. Both of which make him purr a little in my ear. I go to the window to observe something and he follows. As predicted, he asks for my number. "Hey, I think you're a really cute girl. You think I can get your number and we can hang out sometime this week?" Sure Tennis, you can have my number.

Now let's see how many dates I can pile on this week.

Good Bye Magic Stick

Magic Stick has been wanting to hang out for quite some time now. I keep giving him excuses until one day I realized that I'm just not that into him. So one day after hanging out in a group, I pull him aside to tell him that I don't want to have sex with him anymore. Magic Stick is confused and wants to know why. I tell him that I am seeing and fucking other people. What I don't have the heart to say is, "I'd rather see and fuck other people."

Sometimes, when they're too willing and available, it takes the fun out of fucking them. Bye bye big cock, I'm determined to find something comparable.

Mr. Sporting Goods Calls!

SG called me today! He asked about my day and told me about his. We had a pleasant conversation and he asked me for drinks on Thursday! I seriously can't wait...

Mr. Ireland

It's snowing in NYC and I am in no mood to go out, until one of my girlfriends invites me out to celebrate her landing her dream job. I can't pass up the opportunity! We head to dinner and then end up at a bar where we know the bartender. Within 20 minutes, the bartender tells me a guy at the bar wants to buy me a drink. No girl can turn down a free drink, right? I order a Gin and Tonic and head over to him to say "thanks." He is a tall Irish guy from Ireland, not the Irish people in NYC who claim their Irish but have never even been (like Mr. Brooklyn). Mr. Ireland is not the typical guy that I'm attracted to, he is goofy looking and has a goofy personality. Very likable, very social, and very friendly. He asks for my number immediately so he doesn't ruin our girls night out, he claims. I give it to him and go back to the girls.

Throughout the night, he texts me telling me that he can't wait to hang out with me, and that I'm the hottest girl at the bar. Flattery coupled alcohol must work like magic on me, because I begin to approach Ireland and start dancing with him. At some point, a group of guys buys us shots while the bartender has been feeding us non-stop. I can't see straight but I know I'm horny. Ireland and I start making out and I grab him and take him home in a cab.

We get to my apartment and I do an aggressive striptease. I'm not sure what has come over me but I am an animal! Unfortunately, I don't remember anything else that happens after that.

Fast forward to the next morning. I wake up to 2 condom wrappers on the floor. We try fucking again but I am out of condoms. Ireland tells me that I was super kinky the night before, wanting him to pin me up against the wall and screaming, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I'm a little shocked but not too surprised. I know I have a kinky side to me, but too bad I don't remember it at all!

Ireland tells me that he can't wait to hang out again. I don't blame him. But he can't seem to pronounce my name right. So, I tell him that the other way for him to see me again is if he leaves me a VM with the correct pronunciation of my name. This should be a fun game...

Mr. Engineer

Hot damn this weekend has been good to me. I go out with a couple of my single girlfriends and a few guy friends to our favorite bar that is quite fratastic. As soon as we settle, I make eye contact with a cute guy next to us. A couple minutes later, our eyes meet again. And then I'm pretty sure we had eye sex. My girlfriends keep pointing to him saying he's hot, so I tap him on the shoulder to take a picture of us. This somewhat breaks the ice and we all introduce ourselves. He tells us that he works as an engineer. Hello, Mr. Engineer. He is a tall, dark and handsome guy with exotic features; although, all my friends think he's just a white dude. I actually think he looks like the taller, younger version of Mark Consuelos. He even has the sexy Conseulos style. I am not totally listening to what he's saying because I'm more mesmerized by his handsome face.

I leave for the dance floor and he later comes to find me. Engineer is a super cute and goofy dancer. We dance a little closer and he says, "You're a crazy bitch" followed by "You're so gorgeous." Ummm...I'm not sure how to receive these combination of words, but fuck it, Mark Consuelos is dancing with me. He leans in for a kiss and we make out for a little bit. Meanwhile, I'm texting Brit on the side to see where he is. I decide to meet up with him and leave Engineer. He asks for my number and we hug good-bye.

I meet up with Brit and he is drunk. I flirt with other boys in front of him to create some competition. It doesn't work. I give up and leave with my friends. He doesn't try to stop me but kisses me and says, "I'll call you later?" I respond, "Maybe."

I'm thinking it's time to move past Brit. Maybe Engineer will do the trick. Alright, a 2nd phone call to wait for in the coming week!

Mr. Sporting Goods

It's a quiet Thursday night and my gay bestie and I are hanging out at a local bar around my neighborhood. We don't plan on it being a long night but sometimes the best nights are unplanned. We do a little bit of bar hopping and end up at one where the "sausage" looks nice and plentiful. As soon as we walk in, we notice a cute guy in a white shirt standing with a group of his guy friends. Gay bestie wants me to approach him but 1) I'm not that bold and 2) I'm not drunk enough. We sit at a table by ourselves, drink wine and gossip about the people around us. All of a sudden, gay bestie says, "He's coming back from the bathroom, I'm going to reel him in." I'm mortified and try to stop him, but it's too late. Cute guy walks by and gay bestie reaches out his hand and says, "Hi, I'm XXX and this is my friend XXX." To my surprise, the cute guy is not totally scared and confidently says, "Hi, I'm XXX" and stays at our table. Nice.

After some pleasant conversation, we find out that cute guy currently works for his family business, which is a popular sporting goods store in the city. And hence, Mr. Sporting Goods. Sporting Goods (SG) is a traditionally handsome guy in his mid-20's, about 6'0", full head of dark hair, and light (possibly blue?) eyes. He has extremely nice and full lips. SG's personality is what I would call quiet confidence. He doesn't mind talking about himself but he's more interested in learning about us. I also think SG is more relationship material than one-night-fuck. While gay bestie is talking, SG and I would intermittently lock eyes. I also love the fact that he uses my name whenever he can so he doesn't forget it. This is so attractive to me because my name is not the easiet to remember, so when a guy makes this effort, it shows that he's interested.

SG leaves for a little bit to talk with his friends while I go over my text messages. While gay bestie goes to the bathroom, SG comes back to talk to me. I kind of get butterflies in my stomach when I make eye contact with him, but of course, I keep my cool. He asks a couple more questions about me and never seems fazed by gay bestie's shocking stories. We then find out the SG has a younger brother who is gay and he thinks that his brother and my friend should hang out. SG gets my friend's info, then turns to me and says, "Can I get your number as well? I would love to call you sometime." Done! I then hug SG good-bye.

I'm really hoping SG calls. And BTW, need to tag team with my gay bestie more often!