Have to Play the Game...

If you want to win.

I went on a date last night with a less than pleasant guy. I had just got home from work and I wanted to nap but said guy wanted me to meet him at 4:50 to go to an improv show. I overslept a bit and rushed to meet up with him only to find out the show started at 7:30. I could have slept for another hour. We had two hours to kill and he had not made any plans in that two hours. We walked down Whyte Ave trying to figure out what to do and settled on drinking at The Next Act. In all honesty, I did not need to drink or eat before the show. I have been trying to save money (he offered to pay for the show). While we were sitting there he kind of hinted that he wanted me to pay for this round of drinks and the snack we got. Hell to the no. Don't invite me on a date then ask me to pay... I failed to mention this guy was really awkward and terrible at conversations...

We finally made it to the improv show. I found out this guy goes about weekly to the improv show. No judgment... It was an international competition. This show was between a team from Toronto (one girl was so freaking funny. I want her as my best friend) and a team from Atlanta (the winners!). The second half were these two guys that were not really that funny. I think everyone's buzz had died. After the show, we went our separate ways to probably never cross paths again.

After an unsuccessful date, I didn't exactly want my night to go to waste.

Conveniently, a guy I had been talking to messaged me and wanted to hang out because he was leaving for the states for three weeks. He asked what I wanted to do and I said I was up for nearly anything. He stated that he was tired and we would probably just cuddle and sleep. Deal. I can do that.

He comes to pick me up (although totally inept at following directions) and takes me to his place. He knew I had to be at work at 8am but still said I could stay the night and he would take me home. We arrive to his place and soon after he starts kissing me neck. Great. Another hook up. So, I indulge him... We start getting into it and he does this awesomely douchey move here he pushes my head down signaling he's ready for me to suck his dick. Are you serious? Are people still doing that? Well, he did it twice and he hadn't even sucked me once. Whatever.

We start to get into it even more and he leans over me and says, "I want to top you." Wow. He knows full and well that I am a top. Here's my thing - if you are versatile, and you are hooking up with a top, don't expect to top. If you can derive pleasure from bottoming, then do that. He stated a few times how he wanted to top me and how I was "missing out". Prince Charming, right here. Of course, he still tried... He finally did ask if I want to top him but there wasn't much follow-through. So, after an hour or so of him jacking off, we finally decided he wasn't going to finish, so I did and we went to bed.

His bed was comfortable. His pillows were not. His alarm was set for 7:20am to allow ample time for us to take me home. Well, he snoozes it and at 7:30am it goes off again and he snoozes it again... I get up and start nagging him reminding him I have to be at work at 8am. "The stars have to align for me to get out of bed. I'm not a morning person." Dude. Get the fuck up. Ain't nobody got time for this.

He finally gets up and out of bed (7:42am) but then proceeds to get full on ready instead of just taking me home. He didn't have to be at work until 9am. So I get to sit there and watch him get ready and even eat a bowl of cereal. Sometimes you truly just wonder why people are single... We finally leave at 7:55am, I get into my apartment and quickly freshen up to go to work.

Well, I stroll into work 10 minutes late and everyone is stern and almost sad looking. I know people are not that upset about me coming in late... I later found out that there was a shooting/robbery in one of the residence halls while I was away. Three lives lost and another in critical condition. More about it here. So my office is pretty stressed and it's been a hectic morning.

What an eventful 16 hours.

My Phone Came

And so did I.

I had gone nearly four weeks without a cell phone. Anyone growing up in this day and age can tell you that is an impossibly long time. There had been a slight hiccup, and with international travel... Regardless, my phone is safe and sound in my hands. I have been reconnected to the world.

Not having a phone for so long really got me thinking though. Before phones, conversations had to have been really intentional. You can't just meet a guy or gal, exchange numbers (or add to Facebook), and stay connected that way. If you really liked someone, you must have done every effort to never let them go. If you gave someone your mailing address, I imagine it would still take weeks between each correspondence. I can almost see how being amorous was frowned upon. You wouldn't want that one guy/gal slutting up the whole town preventing people from sending letters.

I am really going to try and be more intentional with my conversations in hopes of finally finding that one. I'm turning to a life of video games to ease up on my sluttiness.