The Loaded One Night Stand
Everyone has one. The guy you thought for years was your one until finally you came to your senses about him. Realized that the only way to have anything with this person is through sex, and during a desperate attempt at trying to get rid of these feelings... I finally give in and booty call him!
I arrive promptly at 1:15 at his very posh Hollywood apartment. Sign in, escorted up the elevator by a security guard, then am passed over to him. My prince charming... well so I thought. He was waiting at the door for me. Cute, fit, and totally adorable.
We spent several minutes on idle chat, and a quick tour of the "loft" then we get to it. There is no real sex, just a lot of licking and sucking. Slight cuddling, perhaps a date proposal that I completely avoided, then the moment came when I for the first time ever knowing this person asked to sleep over... and well... he kicked me out.
Quickly, I grab my shoes, and the remains of my clothing... throwing them all on and rushing for the door when of course, he says, "you can't walk to your car alone."
Is he fucking kidding me!?!?! I walked from my car into this (less spectacular than expected) "Loft" or I would call it "Room." Why do care if I make it home or not? You will never care really... you just want to make sure that you were respectful enough to me so that I will never begrudge you enough to black list you from one of my movies or TV shows. Or perhaps, so whenever it is you decide that you do want to actually be with a woman on a real level you will know that someone will be here waiting for you... to give you whatever it is that you feel like you need. But whatever the reason is that you want to walk me to my car, I will let you. Because for the last time, I will let you make me feel needed, only this time I know that you will never really need me. This one night stand taught me everything that the psychic told me I would get from you...
So, for the first time ever I realized that it wasn't about you and me. It was about you OR me. I choose me. I choose MY needs today. I will keep calling you because there are several things that I need from you... but a relationship more than one where I show up at your house at 1am, is absolutely NOT one of them. I don't know your calls, or dinner dates. I need you to stop texting me when you're home with your family siting you can't stop thinking about me when you're in my home state. Don't text me on Sunday night to remind me of how nice it was to see me... I know I'm lovely to be around... I am certain that you enjoy your time with me... I give your little pee pee a little suck (clearly for the first time in a while), and you return the favor. That's all we ever really enjoyed about each other...
The chit chat was always rather painful!
So love, I did not find... but peace with the idea that you are in fact not the one... I did find. Sometimes, you have to cut the wound to make sure it's healing properly.
I arrive promptly at 1:15 at his very posh Hollywood apartment. Sign in, escorted up the elevator by a security guard, then am passed over to him. My prince charming... well so I thought. He was waiting at the door for me. Cute, fit, and totally adorable.
We spent several minutes on idle chat, and a quick tour of the "loft" then we get to it. There is no real sex, just a lot of licking and sucking. Slight cuddling, perhaps a date proposal that I completely avoided, then the moment came when I for the first time ever knowing this person asked to sleep over... and well... he kicked me out.
Quickly, I grab my shoes, and the remains of my clothing... throwing them all on and rushing for the door when of course, he says, "you can't walk to your car alone."
Is he fucking kidding me!?!?! I walked from my car into this (less spectacular than expected) "Loft" or I would call it "Room." Why do care if I make it home or not? You will never care really... you just want to make sure that you were respectful enough to me so that I will never begrudge you enough to black list you from one of my movies or TV shows. Or perhaps, so whenever it is you decide that you do want to actually be with a woman on a real level you will know that someone will be here waiting for you... to give you whatever it is that you feel like you need. But whatever the reason is that you want to walk me to my car, I will let you. Because for the last time, I will let you make me feel needed, only this time I know that you will never really need me. This one night stand taught me everything that the psychic told me I would get from you...
So, for the first time ever I realized that it wasn't about you and me. It was about you OR me. I choose me. I choose MY needs today. I will keep calling you because there are several things that I need from you... but a relationship more than one where I show up at your house at 1am, is absolutely NOT one of them. I don't know your calls, or dinner dates. I need you to stop texting me when you're home with your family siting you can't stop thinking about me when you're in my home state. Don't text me on Sunday night to remind me of how nice it was to see me... I know I'm lovely to be around... I am certain that you enjoy your time with me... I give your little pee pee a little suck (clearly for the first time in a while), and you return the favor. That's all we ever really enjoyed about each other...
The chit chat was always rather painful!
So love, I did not find... but peace with the idea that you are in fact not the one... I did find. Sometimes, you have to cut the wound to make sure it's healing properly.
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