A woman used me for sex on Thursday and I've been wrapped up in the fetal position ever since.
Let me start out by stating that I have NEVER been a sexual conquest type of guy. My history with meeting women and having sex with them the same night has always been about a mutual desire to fuck each other. Because I travel a lot, there is an understanding that we may never see each other again. I would never have sex with a woman under the false pretenses of a possible budding relationship that I knew would never come to fruition.
Too make a long story somewhat short, I met two early 30's women in the hotel restaurant I was staying at in the Bay Area. Both of them traveling together on business. One from Texas and the other from South Carolina. After a few drinks and a few hours go by, they both start joking about which one of them was going to end up having sex with me. I totally got sucked in by the woman from Austin, Texas. She was beautiful and had an edgy sense of humor. Two traits that I love in a woman. I mentioned that I get to Austin a few times a year, and she already rolled out the red carpet for me to come visit her next month and blah, blah, blah... When it comes down to it, this woman really blew me away. So much so that I didn't even care if we ended up having sex that night. I saw the potential for something more than just a one night stand. Let me just say that this NEVER EVER fucking happens to me. I don't meet women in a restaurant and suddenly think that I'm going to have a relationship with them. Let me repeat. I NEVER EVER do this. The chemistry was just so outstanding. I hate to admit it but my hardened by the world ass was falling in love over a mere few hours of meeting this woman.
Next thing I know it's 1:30am and we go back to her room and have some of the best sensual love making style sex of my entire life. She goes on and on about how she never does this, but she thinks she's falling in love with me and she wants to delay her flight to spend more time with me. And like I said earlier, I'm right fucking along with her. This woman is completely pushing my buttons and I am a sopping wet dish rag. My hardened street savvy heart was all hers. The sex was so sensual and so emotional, I was ready to cancel my gigs and go home with her.
It's time for her to leave the next morning and we say our goodbyes like we've been going out for years and I'm enlisting in the army. She gives me specific instructions to call her at 11PM Texas time once she arrives home that evening after her flight. Being the newly transformed romantic infatuated relationship seeker that I magically morphed into suddenly within a few hours, I obediently call her right at 11pm like she instructed me to. It turns out that the number doesn't exist because I call it twice and hear the same Verizon alert. And a mere 30 minutes later through the magic of social media, I find out that this person, who was "crying love tears" as we said goodbye that morning, gave me a false name but enough real details about herself to find her on Facebook and discover that she's been married to a guy for four years and has a child. Holy shit, was I worked over or what...
The moral of the story is this, I was taught all my life that guys are the ones who lie about relationships and that guys are the ones who use "wingmen" in order to get laid. And why did she do all that extra added relationship falling in love shit unless it was her goal to fuck someone over? At least this will make good fodder for my upcoming book. Until then, I hope one of my rogue half-Italian pubes ends up on her blonde husbands pillow.
Let me start out by stating that I have NEVER been a sexual conquest type of guy. My history with meeting women and having sex with them the same night has always been about a mutual desire to fuck each other. Because I travel a lot, there is an understanding that we may never see each other again. I would never have sex with a woman under the false pretenses of a possible budding relationship that I knew would never come to fruition.
Too make a long story somewhat short, I met two early 30's women in the hotel restaurant I was staying at in the Bay Area. Both of them traveling together on business. One from Texas and the other from South Carolina. After a few drinks and a few hours go by, they both start joking about which one of them was going to end up having sex with me. I totally got sucked in by the woman from Austin, Texas. She was beautiful and had an edgy sense of humor. Two traits that I love in a woman. I mentioned that I get to Austin a few times a year, and she already rolled out the red carpet for me to come visit her next month and blah, blah, blah... When it comes down to it, this woman really blew me away. So much so that I didn't even care if we ended up having sex that night. I saw the potential for something more than just a one night stand. Let me just say that this NEVER EVER fucking happens to me. I don't meet women in a restaurant and suddenly think that I'm going to have a relationship with them. Let me repeat. I NEVER EVER do this. The chemistry was just so outstanding. I hate to admit it but my hardened by the world ass was falling in love over a mere few hours of meeting this woman.
Next thing I know it's 1:30am and we go back to her room and have some of the best sensual love making style sex of my entire life. She goes on and on about how she never does this, but she thinks she's falling in love with me and she wants to delay her flight to spend more time with me. And like I said earlier, I'm right fucking along with her. This woman is completely pushing my buttons and I am a sopping wet dish rag. My hardened street savvy heart was all hers. The sex was so sensual and so emotional, I was ready to cancel my gigs and go home with her.
It's time for her to leave the next morning and we say our goodbyes like we've been going out for years and I'm enlisting in the army. She gives me specific instructions to call her at 11PM Texas time once she arrives home that evening after her flight. Being the newly transformed romantic infatuated relationship seeker that I magically morphed into suddenly within a few hours, I obediently call her right at 11pm like she instructed me to. It turns out that the number doesn't exist because I call it twice and hear the same Verizon alert. And a mere 30 minutes later through the magic of social media, I find out that this person, who was "crying love tears" as we said goodbye that morning, gave me a false name but enough real details about herself to find her on Facebook and discover that she's been married to a guy for four years and has a child. Holy shit, was I worked over or what...
The moral of the story is this, I was taught all my life that guys are the ones who lie about relationships and that guys are the ones who use "wingmen" in order to get laid. And why did she do all that extra added relationship falling in love shit unless it was her goal to fuck someone over? At least this will make good fodder for my upcoming book. Until then, I hope one of my rogue half-Italian pubes ends up on her blonde husbands pillow.
massakre:
That end comment about the half-Italian pubes made me laugh in an extremely saddened sort of way. Hopefully she does it to someone else and gets a violent strain of genital herpes.