Valentine's Day came and went. Just like Christmas, then New Year's, I thought somehow the holiday romance would help me get a date with my teller. I don't know what was wrong with me. I couldn't do it.
My only consolation was that there was still no ring. No flowers or other tokens of affection. I'd been admiring her such a very long time. How could she still be available? There was no way. It just wasn't going to happen.
But my 2011 virginity was a burden and shame. My desire a mania. I had to ask out Sarah. Maybe that's where my mojo went. In my obsession, I wasn't really looking anywhere else. She was the only shiny toy on my list.
I had to have her. But maybe, just maybe, when morning came and Santa hadn't brought her, then I could move on.Desperation masquerading as courage I asked her out. Like a teenage boy I felt just the slightest stirring of an erection when she said "yes."
She likes me after all!
How much time had I wasted? Why didn't I ask her sooner? So much frustration and disappointment was going to be wiped away. Three long days I had to wait. Would Friday ever get here? During my excited feverishness I saved myself and gave up masturbation. Santa was coming after all!
But when the happy occasion arrived, I quickly realized that my gut was right all those prior months. She wasn't interested. I have no idea why she agreed to go out. Boredom I guess.
If she wasn't talking about herself, or an "asshole" ex-boyfriend, she was questioning why I'd never been married.
She all but declared I must be gay. Not in a sexy way. Just dismissive. Despite this conclusion, she did throw-in a few interview questions. Do I want children? Can I support a wife as a stay-at-home mom?!Needless to say I made no effort to extend our date beyond the planned activity and dumped her back home about 10:30 p.m. Hope and a broken New Year's resolution left me horny as hell, but the thought of going to the house and rubbing one out held no appeal.
I grabbed the phone. I looked up Emily. It'd been since before Christmas. I hesitated, then hit "call." Several rings. I was gonna get voice mail. Should I leave a message or not? (Read more. . .)
2 comments:
Damn, that girl with the strap-on looks hot! Let me take a seat...
I just hate when I have a bad date like that. At least you gave it a try though, after all who knows, maybe it could have ended up being a great date too, no telling unless you try.
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