How You Doin’ Blondie?


If Only My Hand Could Buy Me Nice Things, I’d Give Up Men
October 30, 2007, 9:32 pm
Filed under: dating, games, Life, love, lust, Men, neighbor, Reflections, relationships, sex, thoughts | Tags: , , , , , , , ,

We ran into each other today, he was running errands on his lunch break and I was heading to class. He stopped and made small talk, asked me if I was going to be selling my car because he saw me taking pictures of it yesterday. Then he said he had a meeting in an hour and really had to get going so he could finish running those errands. That’s what he did do, now here’s what he didn’t do:

He did not ask me out on date.

And the rest of my day was directly affected by it, EVEN AFTER I swore I wouldn’t care. Even as I type this, I’m still upset that I’ve been rejected/dismissed [again] and embarrassed that I keep opening myself up for it. I’m also a little disappointed in myself, because I think the reason he doesn’t want to get involved is because of the type of girl I appear to be. He’s very concerned with his son’s well-being, and I’ve come to the conclusion that he doesn’t want his son to hear people talking about that bimbo on Daddy’s arm.

I’ve come to this conclusion by process of elimination really, because I know that his failure to make a move isn’t that he isn’t attracted to me; that one night we went out together, he definitely tagged second base. He was also very quickly sliding into third but the only thing that got off was my shirt and my bra, and since dry sex doesn’t count, he officially only got to second base.

So I know he’s physically attracted to me. But I don’t think he expects or wants a connection beyond that. To his credit, he tried very hard not to seem incredulous when the conversation turned to my education, but I still felt the disbelief. He seemed uncomfortable talking with me about anything other than my experiences as a cheerleader.

But you know what the biggest red flag should’ve been? While were cuddling on the couch, he said that we were going to have to be “discreet” because he was very concerned with what his son might find out about. I immediately sat up and started putting my shirt back on while saying “Oh, so you’re only looking for a fuck buddy?” And there was a beat of silence, not a big beat, but a beat nonetheless, before he said “No, no, not at all,” and then started talking about how he really wanted to get to know me better.

With any other guy, I would have seen all the warning signs and ended things before they even started, but not with him. He wasn’t arrogant or cocksure, he even admitted to being surprised that I was interested in him at all [which was incredibly flattering], I thought he was different from all the others. I thought I had a shot at a relationship that didn’t involve a Sugar Daddy.

Guess not.

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Take your time, no rush,there will be hundreds ! In the meantime take solace in the fact your keeping us entertained here in Blog land !

Comment by jimmy332

So apparently I am not alone in this. I guess somewhere somehow being blonde haired, blue eyed and good looking suddenly meant to everyone that we’re nothing but bimbos. Men are physically crazy about us, want to sleep with us, yet bringing us home to mom, or a son in your case, would be somehow unfathomable. I will never change the way I look, or tone down my own sex appeal just to look like an average jane with a harvard education. In response to your entry, if you really want him, take your time to prove that your gorgeous looks come with an amazing mind, because from experiance no one believes us until we provide evidence. Sad, but true. Love your blog!

Comment by Lidee

Thanks so much! Were we seperated at birth? 😉

Comment by How You Doin Blondie

ahaha it appears so ❤

Comment by Lidee

Yes it’ s true. your hair your eyes and your looks drive me crazy, sleeping with you is always the goal. Mother would want to sleep with as well so I dare not let her know of you.

Adam

Comment by theroadnow

Hmmm…that sounds interesting

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