It's only been 3 days since our last date, and I get to see Sporting Goods again. This time, he wants me to come to his hood in Brooklyn. Normally, I'm opposed to dating anyone outside of Manhattan, but for SG, I'd even consider going to Jersey for him (and thank God he doesn't live in Jersey). I dress a little more casual this time in T-shirt and jeans and meet SG at a trendy restaurant in Williamsburg. SG is waiting for me at the bar and I am excited to give him a hug. We have a lovely dinner and random conversation. SG picks up the tab again and as we begin to leave, he compliments me on my coat. I always find it fascinating when a guy comments on a girl's fashion. It shows that they're paying extra attention.
We go and grab drinks at a bar nearby and finally go back to his place. This is my first time to his natural habitat and I have played this scenario over and over in my head. On one hand, I picture a filthy frat-like environment with dirty dishes and pubes all over the bathroom floor. On the other hand, I picture a minimalist apartment with very little to comment on. As we pull up to his apartment, I notice a grand luxury high-rise building right by the water. As he opens the door, I am pleasantly surprised by how nice the apartment is. Although he lives with two other guys, the place is spotless. High-end stainless steel appliance, panoramic view of Manhattan with floor-to-ceiling windows, and an over-sized master bedroom with a 5-piece bath (that would be his room). I briefly meet his roommate and SG leads me to his bedroom. He closes the door behind and starts to kiss me. The view from his room is beautiful and the romantic atmosphere sets the perfect mood for our first actual sleepover. An innocent kiss turns into a 5 hour sex romp while listening to his itunes "sex playlist". Let me quickly list all that I can recall:
- 20 second teaser BJ (I'm so proud, I gave a blow job!)
- 5 minute of him going down on me
- Missionary
- Doggy-style
- Me on top
- Him fucking me while I'm hanging on his pull-up bar
- Him fucking me on his bathroom sink
- Him fucking me in his bathtub in complete darkness
- He comes twice!
- 7 condoms
- A shower together
After all this, you'd think I'd be exhausted. But no, I have an urge to talk about us. Why must women always choose the worst times to "talk"? I tell him that tonight there's been a change in dynamic. I ask him if we're just about sex or more than just sex. He tells me that he's glad we're having this conversation and he appreciates open communication. SG then tells me that for him, it's more than just sex. However, he knows he's a distant person. I then confess that I like him a lot and I just want to make sure I don't have the wrong expectations. Still feeling a little bit conflicted, we fall asleep. But, I am excited to find out that he has tomorrow off.
The next morning, we wake up on opposite sides of the bed. I think to myself if I could honestly be with someone who is as distant and as cold as him. I don't want to make the mistake thinking that he could change, because nobody can be changed unless if they want to change. As I lie there, I convince myself to create more distance between us so I don't get hurt. SG then eventually comes over to me and cuddles with me. It feels nice and I have hope again. We talk for a little bit and proceed to have more sex. Afterwards, he makes us some coffee and we eat last night's leftovers as we listen to music. We then go back to his bedroom and watch an episode of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" that he thinks I would love. It's hilarious and we have a good laugh. The good laugh then turns into more fantastic sex. I come and he comes.
We end the sex marathon with long, soapy showers. Afterwards, we talk some more and he thinks we are very similar sexually. It's totally true. As I lotion my naked body in the bathroom, he stops in mid sentence and starts nodding his head. "What are you doing?" SG: "You have a very nice body. I am nodding in admiration." Wow, SG has the capability of saying something that nice? I will take it. It's now about 2pm and I decide I shouldn't linger any longer. I get dressed and SG calls me a cab. He kisses me in the elevator and again before I get in the cab.
I'm falling hard for the tin man whether I like it or not.
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