Last Saturday, I met someone.
I mean, actually, I already met him a year ago. I liked him but I thought he wasn't interested. Last Saturday I found him at the same friend's party, I waved to him and asked him if he remembered me, and he said yes. we spoke together for the whole hour that followed, he told me I should have asked for his number a year ago, I started teasing him and I suggested that he spends the night at my place.
In the Tube, we laughed a lot because we were drunk and because we were involving people in our bickers. It was funny, this natural complicity with him. It was something I had been looking for in a guy for a long time and that I had never encountered.
Once at my place, we went to bed. And there... I wasn't excited anymore.
I don't know exactly why, so suddenly, I didn't want to sleep with him anymore. All I knew for sure was that I didn't want to go any further.
And he kept going, he said he liked me, that he was glad I came and he even said that he had hoped I would come before going to the party. Wow. That's flattering, still! When he would try and know what I thought and felt, I would dodge by answering that it was far too soon to say anything.
He then said he didn't want to have sex because he was too drunk. Fair enough, that suited me perfectly! And then he started teasing me under the bedsheets. I had to use every possible trick to avoid sleeping with him. The morning after, I woke up at the edge of my bed, and he was stuck to me. I managed to make him go before 10am. In the evening, he sent me a friendly message suggesting that we meet up during the week. I still haven't answered, I don't think I'm gonna answer.
So yeah, that's it, I've been totally myself in teasing a guy and then not being up to the task: I'm a cold slut. And besides that, the most despairing thing, is that I met a very good candidate for the position of "man of my life" and it didn't work out.
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Cheer Up, you will find him
;)
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