2003-06-29 - 10:23 a.m.
Bum chica bum bum...
I’m pretty tired right now. Yesterday, I went to Tanglewood in the Berkshires to see Prairie Home Companion live. It was great—I bonded with a girl in another program on the drive, Tanglewood was BEAUTIFUL, we had a great dinner on the lawn… But six hours of driving in one day is not my idea of a good time. Still fun, though. Biggest problem? I only had three and a half hours of sleep the night before.
Because, uh… I… um… I….
HAD SEX.
Yes, my friends. My virginity is not going to grow back after all.
I was pretty surprised with myself. I went to a party for incoming grad students (all of the communications grads, so there were a lot of people) and of course I was checking out the guys. I found a couple that I thought were definitely attractive, including one in my program, but one in particular impressed me. I’ll call him M, because it’s easy and there hasn’t been an M yet. Anyway. He stood out because he’s older (35) and funny. And bald, even though he was wearing a baseball cap. He seemed to kind of like me too; we started teasing each other after our first conversation, and there was that lovely unease where I wondered if he was attracted to me or I was just being a pain in the ass.
He and I kind of found each other at various points during the night. Then I sat next to him at a table with a bunch of folks from his program (he’s a photographer) and I kind of realized that something was going to happen with this guy. What, I didn’t know, but something. I never thought I was the kind of girl who picked up men in bars and took them home and fucked them, and I didn’t think I would turn into that kind of girl all of a sudden. I wasn’t sure what to expect.
I asked him to walk me to my car. I was kind of nervous—would he expect something? If I took him home and refused to sleep with him, would he brand me a tease? Well, he offered, kind of shyly, to “follow me home”, and when I hedged a bit, he handled it really well. Like a MAN.
So I agreed.
We sat on the sofa for a while. He had his arm around me, but no action. The lights went off, I turned on a movie… then it started. And I didn’t resist. At one point he said he was going home, and I kind of shrugged and said, “Whatever”, and he kissed me.
Aw…. yeah.
A good kisser. So I kind of took it further. He’s not the most skilled guy in the world, but he did try, which is a lot. Heh. Then, at one point, he said, “If I only had a condom…”
“Oh, you want one? I have some right here.”
DING DING DING! Just call me a Boy Scout.
We had sex. It was OK. Not fantastic, but OK. He spent the night, and we had sex again, then he left. He asked for my phone number, which I gave him.
I hope he calls. Yesterday, I didn’t care much. The sex was OK, and he was a guy I picked up at a party and took home. But today? Well, after I thought about it yesterday, I knew I wanted him to call. Pride, sure, but also maybe to set up an “arrangement”.
He seemed to like me pretty well. He had high praise for my “intellect, boobs and cute face”, in that order. Hee. He’s a sweet guy, and a good kisser, so who knows? We don’t have all that much in common, and I don’t think I’d want a relationship with him, but an arrangement would be nice. I wouldn’t have to worry about that pesky virginity thing again.
So, we’ll see. But the point is, I GOT LAID. I HAD SEX.
I can stop whining now.
