April 7, 2008

On the night of my 25th Birthday, almost exactly a year since my single life began, I met him… Mr. X.

My first meeting with him at The Drake had gone well, and I planned to see his band play again the following weekend. My girlfriend K-Dubb and I headed to Mod Club on the Saturday night, and after the show I went up and said hi, feeling a bit nervous. Since our meeting a few days earlier I wasn’t sure what he was thinking…he had been really sweet at The Drake, but maybe he was just being polite? The rest of the night I danced with my friends, had some drinks (ok, several drinks), and then found him again. It was close to last call, and we went to the bar to do a shot, then headed back to the dance floor. He was super sweet, dancing with me and the girls. When it was time to go home he asked if I wanted to come back with him to a friend’s house…I said sure!

We cabbed it uptown and continued our partying with a couple of his friends until the wee hours of the morning, when we headed downstairs to a bedroom. I had no intention on anything happening with him that night, and had actually not shaved b/c I was so sure nothing would... up until we started dancing I didn’t even know if he liked me or not. Anyway, I can’t give much detail to what happened next, because frankly I was so wasted that I can’t really remember. I just knew it had been good. After only a couple hours of sleep my cell phone rang. I’d forgot all about my big Birthday Brunch with the fam that was happing that afternoon. I fucked him goodbye, and found my way home.

I was feeling a little uneasy – had our romp in the sack ended any possibility for an actual relationship? My fears were put to ease when he called later that afternoon. We made plans to go on an actual date. I took him on a Tuesday night to this film screening at Camera Bar, and we had a great time. I really enjoyed just hanging out with him, and after the screening we headed to another bar. Eventually I said “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but I’d like to come back to your place tonight.” I really wanted to have sex with him again, but this time sober. Can I just say, my god, he has a beautiful penis. Beautiful. And an amazing body. Great kisser, great sex, sweet and passionate, really amazing.

It’s now been a couple of weeks and I can’t say anything bad about him! He calls a lot, texts me, is sweet and funny. He even stayed over at my place for a couple of days. We made dinner together, went to a movie, he made me an amazing breakfast, and the sex…oh, the sex. If I thought it was good before, I can now say it’s THE BEST SEX I HAVE EVER HAD. He is amazing, truly amazing. He was going down on me and fingering me the other night and I’ve never felt anything like it…and his fucking cock. FUCK. I LOVE giving him head. I’m getting wet right now just thinking about it. (Maybe I should call him Mr. Big-Cock? Get it? Get it? Like Mr. Big…from Sex and the City? …I didn’t even come up with that my friend did. I think I’ll just stick with Mr. X for now.)

Diary, can you tell I’m happy? I’ll say cautiously happy, because he seems a bit too good to be true right now, so I’m keeping my guard up. At least I’m finally getting fucked properly.