The Virgin, Part 2

The next week, the Virgin and I had finally made plans to meet up at Sherlock's Pub just down the street from my apartment- but not before arguing and convincing him that I didn't want to go to his house to play pool out in Richmond. Yes, sure it's great that you have your own house and all, but I mean, Come on! First meeting at your place? And in Richmond? Not gonna happen like that.
I show up at the Pub and see him sitting at a table playing with his phone. I'm actually quite impressed. He was pretty damn attractive.

Damn, I guess you're just not photogenic.

I was immediately drawn to him. Forget the fact that he talked to me about Southpark for a good fifteen minutes (I stopped watching it in 1998.....) he was shy and confident at the same time. He was quiet, but kept the conversation going. After a while, we had to move tables because the ones we had squatted at were reserved for a birthday party. We went into the live music area, and just hung out, drinking my beer while he paced himself with his mixed drink.

The alcohol slowly started taking effect, and we began playing "Never have I ever." It's obvious that this game will take on a sexual approach, and it's obvious that I'm going to get drunk before he does. After staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, he pushed forward and stuck his tongue in my mouth in rapid, snake movements.

"Um, you're kissing too fast" I told him. "Ok, show me how I should do it" he frankly asked. He didn't get offended at what I'd just said, and he caught on within minutes. Hmmm, a fast learner. This looks promising. We continued until he practically begged to go back to my apartment so we could continue making out there.

We end up at my apartment and the makeout begins in the living room, and gradually makes its way to the bedroom. Unfortunately for him, I was on my period that night, so no sex could take place. He was disappointed but I decided to *beep*Beep*beep*beep* (i.e.: Please him orally)

As soon as we were finished, he took off like a bat out of hell. It was past midnight and we both had work the next day, and he still needed to drive back to Richmond. I was glad to have my bed to myself that night.

I didn't hear from him the next couple of days, but he did message me about a week later asking if we could meet up again. I was going to be busy at my mom's taking care of my sisters, so time was limited. Plus, he was going through some stressful times at work and with one of his rental homes, and had been too drained to set anything up.

I was okay though. It's not like I expected a relationship with him either. He was too inexperienced when it came to being with a woman emotionally. He would treat her like a guy. He was oblivious to a woman's sensitivity, and didn't believe in pursuing a girl. Sorry, but I need attention. All girls do. In my case however, if you don't check in on me the following day, I move on. I have a short attention span.

We really did try to hang out again, but something always came up- late nights at work, prior commitments etc. The last time he tried to ask me out, I denied. I had just begun seeing someone else and didn't feel it was right. This person will soon make an appearance in this blog..... 

The Virgin

OkCupid has brought on a different array of guys that I didn't see back last summer. This second  round (or is it the third?) was just more questionable.

I started talking to a 24 year old guy- to this day, I can't figure out why. You ever look at someone's pictures and you don't find them all that attractive physically, buy you seem to hit it off, their voice is pleasant when you talk that you just develop some kind of interest to them? Do you go back and look at their pictures hoping that somehow their face will change and become more interesting? He just looked like a kid still because he was younger, but his features were really pronounced because he's Hungarian. Really tall (6'3"), broad shoulders, big hands, strong jawline, big eyebrow bone. It's kinda scary. I'm thinking like neantherdal.  He looked really bad in his pictures.

Anyway, we talked on the phone one Saturday night for a while, and of course it led to sex, and he admitted that he was still at virgin. [Choke] Wait, what? A virgin.....? Again??

We decide to add each other on Facebook and I notice we have a mutual friend. Say whaaaaat? A mutual friend?? Who? I'm still fairly 'new' to Houston, and don't know that many people, so I can't possibly imagine who it could be. It turns out it's half of a couple that I met years ago through another friend. When I ask him how he knows them (as well as other people on my friend's list) he says "through church." I tried my hardest to hold back my laughter, considering we've just spent close to an hour discussing sex, and how he basically looked up to me to take his virginity. "Don't tell her how we met" he tells me. "I don't intend to, so don't worry" I reassure him.

The call failed late that night as we were saying good night, so there really wasn't a point to call back just to say "Oh hey, dropped call. Have a good night though!"

So here's the question you're probably wondering- Would Ren have sex with the Virgin? I don't know. Maybe just for fun; I have to say that's a lot of pressure to live up to his fantasy or expectations of sex, especially if he's never seen a vagina up close. And truth is, I was disappointed by my last virgin encounter so I'm not too excited about trying it again. I prefer someone with experience. I'm too selfish to try to teach someone if it's not for long term. I want to get off during sex, not get frustrated that I can't my jollies.

But this story needs to be continued, so I will be back soon with the rest :)