I went over to Fish's place last night. We just, like, hung out, watched TV, drank beer... yay yay yay. Then... well yeah, we had sex. Kinda. Sorta. Holy crap, it was bad. And, like... I dunno. I don't want to hold that against him and I won't. Part of it might be my fault because even though I'm smitten with the guy, I don't really find him all that sexually attractive... and also, having sex with any guy so soon after having sex with Capital City Guy would be disappointing. Because that was some goddamn good out of this world sex.
But, like, Fish was all like "This is really difficult because I can't feel anything with a condom on" and I was thisclose to saying "Yeah... I can't feel anything right now either" but then I didn't. And, like, anytime you're having sex with a guy and he just all of a sudden goes "Um... can you just suck me off instead?" is just really really no good. At all.
Then this morning when I was searching around for various pieces of clothing I found a stack of Barely Legal porn magazines and... yeah, a little disturbing. Porn, you know, is fine. I'm not a prude, I admit to being a fan. But I do find the whole Barely Legal genre to be a little disturbing.
And, yeah. So I got home at 7:30 this morning, so I could get ready for work at 9. And my mom was at work when I got there and she was pretty much just bubbling over with comments to make about the fact that I never came home last night. Oh, I dunno I dunno... I'm talking with him on MSN right now and I'm kinda not sure if I wanna see him again tonight... for numerous reasons.
One of which being I feel pretty sick. Clearly I've caught the cold that everyone else on the planet has as well. Not surprising. Gah, I'm just all cold and achy and stuffy and my throat is killing me and it all makes me an angry Emu.
Dammit, this guy is too sweet. I don't know what to do.