He arrived home from Mexico, did I mention he took this trip alone? No judgement. We continued to text for a few days and we discussed meeting up again. One thing I didn’t want to do was go for beers, I had to keep my mind clear as I was about to make a pretty big decision after this date. Leading up to this we discussed our likes and dislikes, what we were looking for in a partner and our biggest turnoffs. We discussed the importance of friendship first conversation and taking things slow. We also discussed how we both missed cuddling with someone. After much debate we decided to get together and he invited me to his house to watch my favorite show….Survivor! He PVR’d it as he was away when it aired. I did debate going to a complete strangers house for a second date. On one hand I thought he could actually be an axe murderer, this could also end the newness and fun stuff if we are already hanging out and watching tv on date 2. On the other hand there were a bunch of pluses to this…I will find out early how he lives his life, is he messy? Dirty? A hoarder? Too organized? Does he live with his mom? Does he have a pet monkey? More importantly can we just be comfortable watching tv and hanging out together? Does it feel right?
This time as I’m getting ready I realize that I am in need of a spreadsheet….I can’t remember what I wore on date one. There were a couple of other dates between date 1 & date 2 I’ll get to those another day but that is another reason getting dressed and remembering what I wore and when was a bit of an challenge! I threw on jeans and a shirt, fixed up my hair and make up and navigated my way to his house. Decent neighborhood and a very decent house. It did appear to be newly renovated and being a home owner myself I can appreciate all of it.
I walked up the steps he opens the door and I think…Ohhh shit he IS older than I thought…AND not as cute as I had remembered but maybe it was his personality that made him cute, maybe it didn’t have anything to do with the beer. He offered me water or beer….I took the damn beer! I also thought it was odd that those were the only choices. I don’t know about you but when I invite someone over that I may like a little or might want to impress I’d make sure there were options. Maybe some munchies too. Conversation was a little rough, I did the majority of the talking again and asking questions mainly about house renovations. After about an hour he started searching for Survivor. The set up was a little odd. The couches faced each other and the TV was on the wall to the side of the couches. If we were each to take a couch and lay down it would be perfect. He asked if I wanted to lean back a little, in my head I pictured sort of sideways leaned into him like a sitting cuddle. As I leaned back into him he shifted quick and BOOM he made me his small spoon. The couch wasn’t really big enough for this and my mind wasn’t really open to all of this but I also didn’t want to be rude and thought maybe this would be okay…so we watched tv, well HE watched tv as I laid there thinking to myself, his dick is on my ass….his dick is on my ass….HIS GAWD DAMN DICK IS ON MY ASS! Now Maybe I’m exaggerating a little he didn’t pull it out or anything but it was there and it was against my ass. His hands were creeping a little on me too. I wasn’t really offended I just kept thinking to myself how the hell did you end up here? Also, my friends are gonna kill me when they hear about this!
Commercial break, he adjusted himself and appeared like he was getting up for something…..ya he was, he was getting up to stick his tongue down my throat again. We have a little make out session and the show comes back on. He continues with his hands and I can feel myself tensing up. After what felt like the longest survivor show in history….I think to myself, well we made it to the end of the show…as I’m thinking that he rolls on top of me and here we go again. Make out session. This time though it was feeling a little aggressive, he grabbed my hands and held them over my head, sort of pinned at this point. This may be hot on date 238, not date 2. I thought to myself dogs can sense fear, remain calm…don’t get panicked and don’t let him know you are uncomfortable. In hindsight my thought process was all wrong, but in the moment that’s where I was, survival mode. After a few minutes he let go of my hands and turned so that I was now on top of him….PERFECT. I grabbed my phone and said….would you look at that, I’ve gotta go. He stopped me at the door and said he had a great time…and I replied with ya that was an interesting make out session….he interrupted me to say we DID talk first as if to say we had more of a connection. I hopped in my car and backed up sooo quickly I almost hit the neighbour’s car. I could not get out of there quick enough. He text a few times afterwards mentioning to me that in a couple of days he won’t have his kids and I could go back for a cuddle or whatever session……to that I replied nothing. Buh-bye Beer Goggle J…
This is an interesting journey! From this I learned date 2 will never be at someone’s house and that there are a few different definitions of cuddling.