In the height of my Summer of Sin, I had befriended someone in my community. We became fairly good friends, and we would confide in each other quite a bit. I was excited to have a new female friend, as I wondered how friends were made outside of school and work.
She proceeded to introduce me to several of her friends as well. One of whom I found quite interesting. He made me laugh, which as any girl can tell you is a thing to pay attention to.
I tried not to involve my friend, since I knew that it might complicate our new friendship. At one point, however, I invited him to hang out in my apartment. Truth be told, I had the faintest idea that perhaps this newer friendship could have blossomed into something a bit more.
As we started hanging out, we eventually moved to a more intimate type of hanging out. There was definitely something bit off, however.
His kisses were messy, but clearly wanting so much. He was a bit hairy for my personal taste, but I let it go mainly because I was already turned on. Finally, as I prepared to provide him with a bit of oral stimulation, I found that he was having difficulty becoming aroused.
At first, I tried to reassure him, saying that he just needed to relax. But nothing I was doing to his dick seemed to be doing anything.
Eventually, he pushed me away. Clearly frustrated, he said he had to go and quickly gathered his belongings and left my apartment.
I was a bit shocked and disappointed. But I figured I'd try to give him another chance if he wanted.
In the following days, I proceeded to tell our mutual friend what had happened between us, but not really the details of it all. I'm not really sure what happened or how it happened, but then I started getting wind that he was telling her that he wasn't really that into me and that I was a bitch and a liar. He also told her that I basically forced myself on him, that I was begging for it.
I was so confused. And pissed off. How dare he proceed to make it seem like I was so desperate to have sex with him! How dare he make it seem like he was a passive participant!
Well, I suppose he really was passive, in a way. But I just couldn't believe that he would proceed to concoct a different story to protect his limp...ego.
Luckily, my friend believed me and my version of the story. This experience certainly left a foul taste in my mouth. I knew I needed to cool off and stay away from boys for a while just to shake the negative energy he seemed to be throwing my way.
I certainly didn't ever speak to him again, and it made me reevaluate the type of person I would be associating with.
Lesson Learned: Sometimes a man's ego is like his cock. If he feels like he has something lacking, he will over-compensate in other ways. Sometimes he will over-compensate by being an asshole.
She proceeded to introduce me to several of her friends as well. One of whom I found quite interesting. He made me laugh, which as any girl can tell you is a thing to pay attention to.
I tried not to involve my friend, since I knew that it might complicate our new friendship. At one point, however, I invited him to hang out in my apartment. Truth be told, I had the faintest idea that perhaps this newer friendship could have blossomed into something a bit more.
As we started hanging out, we eventually moved to a more intimate type of hanging out. There was definitely something bit off, however.
His kisses were messy, but clearly wanting so much. He was a bit hairy for my personal taste, but I let it go mainly because I was already turned on. Finally, as I prepared to provide him with a bit of oral stimulation, I found that he was having difficulty becoming aroused.
At first, I tried to reassure him, saying that he just needed to relax. But nothing I was doing to his dick seemed to be doing anything.
Eventually, he pushed me away. Clearly frustrated, he said he had to go and quickly gathered his belongings and left my apartment.
I was a bit shocked and disappointed. But I figured I'd try to give him another chance if he wanted.
In the following days, I proceeded to tell our mutual friend what had happened between us, but not really the details of it all. I'm not really sure what happened or how it happened, but then I started getting wind that he was telling her that he wasn't really that into me and that I was a bitch and a liar. He also told her that I basically forced myself on him, that I was begging for it.
I was so confused. And pissed off. How dare he proceed to make it seem like I was so desperate to have sex with him! How dare he make it seem like he was a passive participant!
Well, I suppose he really was passive, in a way. But I just couldn't believe that he would proceed to concoct a different story to protect his limp...ego.
Luckily, my friend believed me and my version of the story. This experience certainly left a foul taste in my mouth. I knew I needed to cool off and stay away from boys for a while just to shake the negative energy he seemed to be throwing my way.
I certainly didn't ever speak to him again, and it made me reevaluate the type of person I would be associating with.
Lesson Learned: Sometimes a man's ego is like his cock. If he feels like he has something lacking, he will over-compensate in other ways. Sometimes he will over-compensate by being an asshole.
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