Coffee, no milk

I was sitting in a very boring class and decided to check my iPhone on dates. One of the messages I had received caught my eye:

"Yes, tonight at 19'30 would be great. Where will we meet?"

...

I couldn't remember his nickname or pictures so I first thought he was confused:

"I think you got the wrong guy"
"No, you proposed 19'30 yourself"
"Uuuh... What ? When ? Who ? What for ?" I had no clue who this could be.
"Tonight. You and me in the city. Dinner. What else do you need to know?"

Of course that he had already convinced me with that last sentence.

I like men taking control.

I fixed a place and time with this unknown dude and I got back to listen to my very boring teacher.

When the moment arrived, I went to the bar we had agreed to meet at. Standing there was an almost two meters tall, a bit tense, blond and sportive guy. Sexy.

We went to have dinner and started talking. He wasn't the brightest really, but there was something about his two meters and his marathon troffees (for he was a relatively succesful marathon runner) that attracted me.

We finished eating and he wanted to go have a coffee. That's when I took my first step. I
thought that if he hadn't already left he liked me too.

"Well, my place is not far away and I have a very good espresso machine.” I said “Why don't we drink our coffee there?".

Everybody knows that after your 17th coffee doesn't mean just coffee.

He agreed and it was clear we had an understanding.

Once at my appartment, we had coffee. No milk for him would foreshadow how it all ended. I quickly brought the wine. On a certain moment 2 meters of 27 year old man asked me if it could come lie on my knees. As I said yes we started getting more and more frisky.

When I smiled and said "You know, you don't have to go home tonight" he got nervous. He started looking at the floor and started talking blurry.

He apparently felt threatened by someone 7 years younger (and definitely smaller).

"Yes well, I wouldn't expect this from you... yeah... it's also not like I didn't think this could happen... but I was just not sure if... well you know... but I also thought you could be like this... yeah... no... yeah..."

... (again)

I didn't understand anything out of it and told him to relax and just do whatever he wanted. It was not like I wanted him to stay very badly. I didn't get any clear definite answer but since he stayed I assumed it was OK. Besides, coming to my appartment, staying till nightfall and our increasing friskyness (is that a word?) were a clear message.

Finally bedtime. When I came back from the toilet he was already lying on my bed in underwear. I talked a bit to him but he would just keep on staring to my very uninteresting white ceiling, very tense, and sometimes mutter an answer. Awkward.

Anyways, I thought he was nervous and started kissing him and slowly got on him. I was getting more and more excited, and then:

Suddenly he pushes me away. "Wait!” He says “We're going too fast!. I like you a lot as a person, and that's why we shouldn't have sex!".

I got off him and asked exactly what was on my mind,

"Well then, why did you stay over?" I was honestly confused.
"Did you invite me only for the sex? I am very disappointed in you." He said dramatically.

... (once more )

"Of course it was just for the sex. I thought we stopped having pyjama parties when we finished high school!"

The end of day balance was no sleep, no sex, hornier than before. The next morning I made breakfast and after thanking me for it he left. Of course I haven't heard of him ever since.

Apparently, there is people out there who still think coffee means “just coffee” and sleeping over means “we're having so much fun!”. Maybe I have to learn to use less double meanings in conversation, but how would I flirt then ? “Hey, you want to stay over and have sex all night?”. Maybe.

(There is an update is to this story)