Tuesday, July 18, 2006
a drunken blur of sex on the weekend.
friday night i drank and smoked at home before going to the theater. in my mind i was hoping 'hairy' was there, the one who asked me last time if i had a boyfriend. just because it's good sex. he was the first person i saw, and a smile broke across my face, then disappeared when i realized he was mid-pick up with the chap standing with him. i figured then i would be next in line. it would seem however after they did their business they went back to standing around and talking. for like an hour or more. i had become fixated and nothing else was grabbing me. i left.
saturday night i went out for drinks. ended up going to the theater in no proper condition. as i hadn't taken the necessary precautions i knew it was going to be an oral only evening. bah. right away i come across an attractive gentleman. we end up in a booth and his penis is lovely. long, thick and hard. he wants to fuck my ass and the only thing i can think of is to say 'no'. you heard me right, i said no to getting my ass fucked. i ran into a friend i knew was in town but didn't get to converse with him much. the theater is 'like a library', no? conversation seems so foreign to me there. i don't mind guys watching me get it on with strangers but to overhear a conversation with a friend, no no no.
last night i went out with a friend, to the real cinema, to see x-men, and then to his place for a beer. the mexican started texting me and i excused myself. he was to come over shortly after midnight. i told the roommate fully expecting he would be in bed by the time by gentleman caller called instead he went out. he ended up not showing until almost 2. told me he fell asleep after his shower. on the phone i had suggested we could go to a bathhouse but he said no. i had decided it would be okay for him to come over as the roommate would be in bed but then when he went out it threw a wrench in the plans. i didn't know what time he would be back at. we fooled around a bit, i sucked his cock but when he started asking for poppers i explained why i was uncomfortable doing poppers. the roommate potentially returning. still he wouldn't go to a bathhouse. with the only explanantion being 'he didn't like to'. so i brought up the fact that i met him at the theater. then i went further back, almost 7 years i figure, to when i 'first' met him which was at a bathhouse. still he wouldn't budge. i suggested we could go to the bathroom and get it on or go out to park but neither interested him either. i would have loved to do it al fresco. we ended up sleeping. and much like the time before, i wake up as he's leaving. he's got things to do he says. fine. fine.
i feel like i'm repeating a pattern.
2:17 PM
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