"Dated" this chick awhile back (more of a fukk buddy situation actually), who dropped me for a guy back in her hometown up north.
I was going through one of the toughest times of my life, so I took it MUCH MUCH harder than I would have or should have. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been a big deal, but the little time we spent together was an escape for me and I wasn't happy to lose it.
To say that I'm not going to miss her would be a lie. We have mutual friends and still hang out from time to time and overall shes a good person.
She actually pissed me off earlier in the week by not returning my phone call when I was trying to get ahold of her do her a favor, and by not telling me in person that she was going to be moving n a couple of weeks.
So last night I met up with her and her friends for a few drinks at a club. From the moment I got there she started getting close, rubbing my arm, holding my hand, dancing close, and telling me how she wants us to be "friends forever". (they all say that though, don't they?)
By the end of the night we ended up back at my place. It was me. her and her friend. I made us something to eat and another drink and pretty soon we were talking about sex.
Not far into the convo she starts talking about our past sex life, telling her friend how I was absolutely the most amazing sex she's ever had. Don't think I've ever used this word before, but she was GUSHING about it, almost to the point I was getting embarrassed.
The night was winding down and her friend passed out on my couch, so it was just me and her. I grabbed her hand and took her upstairs. She was mumbling something about having to sleep in the spare room.
I let her go in the other room and went in a few minutes later to make sure she had enough blankets and such. I got up to go to my room and she grabbed my hand, not wanting to let go. We talked for a minute, and I exited to my room.
I'm sure I could have fukked her last night, despite her relationship status. The mature man in me is proud of myself for not doing it for various reasons, but on the other hand the MAN man in me almost feels like a pu$$y for not going in for the kill.
Turns out next weekend is the last time we will all be going out and I might have another shot at it if I am so inclined. Her best friend is even coming into town and there has been "threesome talk" between us in the past, so who knows????
I'm almost thinking I SHOULD hit it again, if for no other reason than it sets up the situation for suture hookups when she comes down to visit, which will likely be regularly.
I guess the worst case is that I get shot down (unlikely), and the best case is that I might have a fukk buddy again that only comes around every couple of months. Sounds like a low risk proposition to me.....
I was going through one of the toughest times of my life, so I took it MUCH MUCH harder than I would have or should have. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have been a big deal, but the little time we spent together was an escape for me and I wasn't happy to lose it.
To say that I'm not going to miss her would be a lie. We have mutual friends and still hang out from time to time and overall shes a good person.
She actually pissed me off earlier in the week by not returning my phone call when I was trying to get ahold of her do her a favor, and by not telling me in person that she was going to be moving n a couple of weeks.
So last night I met up with her and her friends for a few drinks at a club. From the moment I got there she started getting close, rubbing my arm, holding my hand, dancing close, and telling me how she wants us to be "friends forever". (they all say that though, don't they?)
By the end of the night we ended up back at my place. It was me. her and her friend. I made us something to eat and another drink and pretty soon we were talking about sex.
Not far into the convo she starts talking about our past sex life, telling her friend how I was absolutely the most amazing sex she's ever had. Don't think I've ever used this word before, but she was GUSHING about it, almost to the point I was getting embarrassed.
The night was winding down and her friend passed out on my couch, so it was just me and her. I grabbed her hand and took her upstairs. She was mumbling something about having to sleep in the spare room.
I let her go in the other room and went in a few minutes later to make sure she had enough blankets and such. I got up to go to my room and she grabbed my hand, not wanting to let go. We talked for a minute, and I exited to my room.
I'm sure I could have fukked her last night, despite her relationship status. The mature man in me is proud of myself for not doing it for various reasons, but on the other hand the MAN man in me almost feels like a pu$$y for not going in for the kill.
Turns out next weekend is the last time we will all be going out and I might have another shot at it if I am so inclined. Her best friend is even coming into town and there has been "threesome talk" between us in the past, so who knows????
I'm almost thinking I SHOULD hit it again, if for no other reason than it sets up the situation for suture hookups when she comes down to visit, which will likely be regularly.
I guess the worst case is that I get shot down (unlikely), and the best case is that I might have a fukk buddy again that only comes around every couple of months. Sounds like a low risk proposition to me.....