6.27.2006

The End of the Drought

First of all, thanks for the advice after the last post. Everything was weighing heavy on my mind when PR Guy called to see if Stef and I wanted to meet up with him and some of his friends on Friday night.

We met PR Guy at his place and did some pre-drinking while watching Star Wars. Stef went to the washroom and PR Guy jumped me for a quick makeout session. HOT.

He took us up on the roof so Stef could see the incredible view I'd been talking about, and then we had a couple more drinks and caught a cab to Funhaus, a goth/rock/alternative/metal club/bar at Queen and Bathurst.

Immediately, we realized that we didn't exactly fit in. PR Guy was all metroed-out (sp?), and Stef and I weren't wearing fishnets, black lines drawn on our faces, or skirts hiked up to our asses. Ah well. PR Guy couldn't find his friends, so we grabbed drinks and started dancing up a storm.

Stef got hit on by a guy named Dwayne, who was quickly dubbed "D to the Wayne". They went out for a smoke, and PR Guy and I continued to dance.

Since we hadn't arrived at the bar until almost one, it wasn't long before they turned on the lights to kick everyone out, which I thought was cruel and unusual punishment. We hung around outside with D to the Wayne for a bit, then grabbed some pizza slices and finally, a cab. PR Guy wanted me to crash at his place, but A) things had been going so slow that I was not prepared for any action (read: buffed and polished), and 2) Stef was spending the night at my place (friends don't let friends sleep on couches while they get some action).

Stef and I dropped him off at his place and then headed uptown to my apartment, where we slept until almost three in the afternoon.

The next evening, Stef and I made plans to go to Philthy McNasty's and hang out on the patio. I called up PR Guy to see if he wanted to join us, and he did. I met him at Yonge and Eglinton and we walked down to the bar, where I proceeded to drink WAY too much again. We got free keychains from the Smirnoff Sluts, and PR Guy and I kept stealing them from each other, then made bets about getting them back. I don't remember half of the bets, but I do know that a full body massage and a 'body slide' were involved (I'll leave it up to Stef to explain a 'body slide' in the comments section).

Stef and Sam left, so PR Guy and I finished our drinks and started walking towards the subway. He grabbed my hand and looked at me and said, "So where are we going?" and I knew. No more waiting. No more 9 months without sex. No more snail pace. I had been on five dates with this guy and I really liked him. He was funny and nice and smart and kind and considerate and normal (so far) and by some miracle of God, seemed to like me too. Time to get busy! (Sorry, I promise to never say anything like that again).

My apartment was a mess, so I agreed to go back to his place, and as there were no more southbound trains (at 1:30am -- WTF?!), we had to take the "Vomit Comet" down Yonge St. and then walk to his place. I was drunk and kinda stumbly and he just held on to my hand and laughed at me. We grabbed a pizza and ate it at his place while watching Shrek 2. I was starting to drift off, so I got up and took my contacts out and then went into his room, where he threw a t-shirt at me. Is it just me, or is it completely awkard to be at a guy's place for the first time, KNOWING that 'stuff' is going to happen, and he's thrown this shirt at you and you're expected to strip down?

Anyways, I'm not going to get into detail here (my brother reads this blog, and I'd prefer not to scar him for life), but that night and the next morning, I had the best sex of my life. Dude knows EXACTLY what he's doing. You guys were discussing heat? Oh, there's heat. Serious effing heat.

Afterwards, he didn't want me to leave and we just laid in bed all day, drifting in and out of sleep. He wouldn't stop hugging and kissing me, and every time I woke up, he had an arm around me.

Fling? I hope not.

He called last night and asked me to come over for dinner tomorrow night...we'll see what happens.

11 comments :

  1. Anonymous8:24 PM

    WAHOOOOOOOOOO! Way to GETTTTERRRR DONE!

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  2. Anonymous11:35 PM

    That is so awesome! Yaay!!
    The only thing that concerns me is the last part... "wouldn't stop hugging and kissing..." it sounds good, I just hope he doesn't end up like Art Boy.

    My fingers are crossed! You of all people deserve a good guy!

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  3. Anonymous1:08 AM

    When does the 'unrated' version come out?
    Also: YAY.

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  4. Hey, Redhead!!! Way to go!!!! I'm so glad for you - when it's MY turn????!!

    Curlygirl

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  5. Anonymous9:45 AM

    Wow, who knew so many people would be excited about SOMEONE ELSE having great sex.....way to go!!!! Your mother would be so proud!!! Ha!

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  6. Anonymous7:57 PM

    End of the drought...with a flood!
    whoop whoop!

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  7. Anonymous8:52 PM

    OK folks...brace yourself...I'll fill you in on the mechanics of a Bodyslide. The guy and girl (or whatever your preference) both lube themselves up. Either one can lie down (in any way that works for you) and the other does just what the name implies...he or she can slide (thank goodness for lube) all the way over the other party. What came to my mind when I first heard about this endeavor is the 'Slip n' Slide' from way back in the day. Mind you, I've never experienced the thrill of the Bodyslide but from what I've heard, it can be pretty 'interesting'. Enjoy!

    Stef :)

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  8. Anonymous10:53 PM

    THE SIDE SLIDE!!!

    Erotic instructions: Lie on your side, keeping your bottom leg straight and top leg bent at the knee. "Positioning himself between your legs, your guy lifts your top leg and either rests it on his chest or hooks your ankle over his shoulder, then enters you,"

    Pleasure payoff: Yowza! If the wide-open view of your private parts doesn't take your guy over the edge, the deep penetration this position offers will. And since he can get way inside you, it'll make him feel like Moby Dick. "While he controls the speed and pacing, you lie there and enjoy the ecstasy," she adds. Or create even hotter down-there friction by squeezing your PC muscles tightly as he thrusts. It's also easy for him to stimulate you with his hand or a vibrator.

    ENJOY!!

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  9. My blog has officially turned into porn, lmfao.

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  10. Anonymous9:20 AM

    REDHEAD!!!! U GO GIRL!

    LET IT RAIN!!!

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  11. Anonymous6:25 PM

    LET IT RAIN!!!???


    WTF??

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