T**y #3

So you’re probably thinking this is a fucking dumb idea, that this guy is a dickhead, he’s already stood me up once, that this guy doesn’t deserve another chance, but you know what. I’m clearly an idiot – if the last 400+ blogs you’ve read about me don’t already tell you that, then I don’t know what I can say! Hahaha. It makes for good reading, right?! So stupidly my head is thinking about the Psychic & that this could be the man I deserve, the man named T**y, he’s so cute, funny, nice body & seemingly into me. So why wouldn’t I give him a second chance?!

Also for those of you who’ve had a shattered heart – not just broken but absolutely shattered, you would know that does also weird things to you, it makes you do things that you wouldn’t normally do. It makes your head think things that you wouldn’t normally think. Well this is how I am feeling. Last time my heart was shattered, I fucked everything in sight. This time I let myself heal a little better without fucking every dude that every lived, I have taken the time to do a bit of healing, I mean I have had sex, after all it is me & I have a vagina that thinks like a dick. But there is something not right about this guy, but there is something pulling me to him too – if that makes sense.

T**y says that he will meet me back at the same pub that we were supposed to meet at earlier today. Now the things about this is it’s a Sunday night in the suburbs at about 9:00 pm, so I am thinking that this place isn’t going to be open long & this will be a short date anyway.

So when my family leave my house, I get changed & get in my car thinking, this is a fucking dumb idea. But as I start the car, I see a picture pop up of the pub, at night with him saying that he’s there already. Well that’s promising… I drive there five – ten minutes, making him wait & walk in finding out that the bar is basically closed & there is only the pokies area open, we go in there & it’s tiny with no one in there. He exactly like his pictures, he’s fucking cute, not heaps tall, a little taller than me & he’s got that type of body, not fat but bulky with muscles… He’s got really nice teeth & quite tanned that I’m not sure if he’s 100% Caucasian or if he’s just got a good tan…

When we’re at the bar, I don’t know why but something about the way he holds his credit card to pay for the drinks, makes me try to look at the name on the card, I am not sure why I am trying & why it bothers me that I can’t see it, but is he being weird with is card or am I imagining it?! I try to let it go but it bugs me the entire night… Especially paired with other things he says during the night.

So like every guy I’ve ever dated, who meets me & I’m sure it’s happened to many of you too, they tell you while on the date for like 20 minutes, that they are getting offline, they are deleting all their social media. Some will even delete the app while on the date. Well T**y is exactly this dude, he tells me he’s deleting the chat app but all he does is delete the app, I explain that he has to go to a website to delete his account which he does but doesn’t go through with it. He tells me he’s deleted snapchat & Instagram, that he’s over all that shit too… Again this piques my interest as no one needs to ever needs to say this, but when guys do it makes me suspicious. I guess they say it so I don’t go snooping & look for them – which I never do anyway, however when they tell me they are deleting their social media, it makes me want to search for them! Why say it? I am not deleting my apps after the first date, I am not that deluded to think that man will do it either.

The date goes reasonably well though, although he’s a smoker, I am not, so he does leave me once for a smoke, not for a long time either but he does go outside. We talk openly about sex & his dick pictures that he posts on the chat app & I tell him that it has a scab on it from where he’s cut himself shaving his pubes. We also talk about my vagina too but it’s nothing that exciting however, it is the most open I’ve been with a guy I don’t know about sex.

One funny thing that I will never forget & don’t know why he would share with me to be honest, but he tells me that he has a spoon in the shower – errr, where is this going?! & he scrapes his face with it every day. WHAT? What does that even do. He tells me that it scrapes away all the dead skin & it keeps his skin nice. Okie dokie. That’s the weirdest thing I have ever heard…

We both talk about being fat in the past & how hard we’ve worked to get where we are, he also tells me that he has a twin sister who is quite large, showing me a picture of her, she is bigger than I ever was & he shows me a picture of him too & how big he was. I am impressed, this due has a very nice tanned body & looks nothing like his sister.

As we’re in the pokies area with no one else, we have two beers & it’s a probably like 11:00 pm on a Sunday night, so we say we should go, it’s colder outside for this short skirt I am wearing for January weather, when we get to my car, I stand there awkwardly, he leans up against my car & pulls me to him saying he’s cold, then he kisses me, he really kisses me. I know I have had sex with two men, but this kiss is probably one of the hottest I’ve had with a guy I don’t even know. His hand is up the back of my skirt & feeling my bareish ass as I wear cheekie lace panties… I can feel him get hard against me as I run my hands up his muscly arms. This is so sexy… I don’t know if I can resist him, I don’t know if I can resist not asking him back to my house… He says something about getting in the back of my car & I say that I don’t live far did he want to come back for a drink… WTF? He says of course & he follows me home, when we’re inside we have a beer, sitting outside as he smokes before he asks to take me into the bedroom.

He has a pretty big cock, it’s quite nice to have sex with, I feel fairly comfortable with this guy, even though there are red flags everywhere, I should have my guard up, I shouldn’t be doing this with him so quickly. Especially since earlier today he stood me up! What the fuck… I really need to get my vagina to catch up with my head sometimes… It really thinks for itself!

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