The dog that barks does howl

We all know the expression “The dog that barks does not bite”. I did some research and found out it's Bosnian in origin. Almost every western language uses it in it's translated form, while the image stays the same. I guess that means that no one had verbalized the concept before the Bosnians. Apparently, every folk in the world had been confronted with it but missed the words in their language to express it. Someone heard his Bosnian neighbour saying it and found it so fitting he included it in his regular conversation.

If you ask me, it was probably a female who created this expression. I'm sure some horny Bosnian lady got very frustrated by men not fulfilling their boasts, leaving her as unsatisfied as she started, She then looked at how her little toy dog only dared to bark at strangers when hidden under a cupboard and unconsciously made an association.

The words in the proverb express it's concept pretty well, still I think this Mrs. Petrovic forgot something. In my experience:

The dog that barks, doesn't bite, but it does howl.

Once again I had a date at my appartment. This guy and me we had been flirting for about two weeks. In that lapse of time he created many expectations. I told him to calm down, told him not to be too enthousiastic too soon. If you read my blog, you surely understand my skepticism.

When we finally stopped chatting and actually saw each other, he turned out to be a really cool guy. He was sexy, smart, interesting and funny. I really, actually, liked him. Not only did I like him, I started believing in everything he had promised to me.

I'm not going to tell you exactly what we did before getting into my bedroom. I realize that I repeat this “greet, coffee, bedroom” structure quite often and you already know all about it. It isn't necessary to tell them over and over again. I'll just go for the crucial parts.

On a certain moment conversation drifted to his car, that we could see parked outside my window.

“I think you better leave now. I don't do men who don't ride a Ferrari.” I joked.

“Well, the reason I don't drive a Ferrari is that I don't need to compensate for anything” He said, with a naughty look.

“ Is that so?”

I couldn't get the roguish grin off my face. Next to all of the qualities I had already noticed, he also seemed to have a big “confidence”. I looked into his eyes as he said:

“Would you like to check it out?”
“Yes” I said plainly, leaned forward and kissed him. We kissed for a while until he proposed:
“Take me to your bedroom”

I did. We closed the courtains and kissed, teased, touched and undressed each other. It was amazing. The kissing was great, he had a nice body, a nice smell and really liking his personality made it even better.

Once in our underwear, I pushed him on the bed and lied down on him. I then felt his hard confidence, which was big indeed. We kept on messing around. It actually was getting better and better by the moment.

Without any notice, he suddenly started shaking. At first I thought he was a premature ejaculator. I thought he was so excited that he was already cumming. I am so used to bed disasters that I even make up theories before seeing what is actually happening. Then I opened my eyes and saw it was far from that. He was not having an orgasm, he was crying.

I immediately took some distance and looked at him for about a minute, perplex.

“Do you always do this?” I asked, starled.

He shook his head and kept on crying.

“No, it's just that... Well it really has nothing to do with you but...” He said, sniffing wildly between words. “There is this guy... and I'm in love with him... and I'm actually free, and I thought you were hot, but I can't... I think this isn't right... I'm really sorry... It is not you...”

I couldn't believe it. I understood how he felt, what I didn't understand is why the hell he didn't think about that earlier. And besides, it was him who started our whole flirting, dating and finally going into the bedroom thing.

I hate men who go hunting without a gun.

And that's exactly what I told him.

As an answer he came closer to me, put his head on my leg, coiled up like a little cat and started crying even harder while apologizing. I was overwhelmed, and not happy about my upcoming blue balls but this whole scene of his was breaking my heart.

I just put my hand on his head, sighed, and let him cry it all out.

We talked about this guy of his, about why it wasn't really working, about how he was looking for sex as a diversion to forget about that. And me, I could only play along. What else could I do ?.

A while later I had a reason to stop it. I was going to meet some friends and needed some time to get ready. He nodded, silently dressed up and left thanking me for all the good care. Once left alone, I started thinking. Why always me ? What is it that makes me be able to keep this blog updated, without lying?

I truly have no clue.

Talking about the blog, a few updates. You may have noticed a new list to the left. My Serial Monogamy. It's my continuously updated, chronologically organized list of bedpartners (sounds pretty impressive, doesn't it?). Every time I have a new one, it will be added at the end. Of course I give a code name to every one. I wonder if it is more or less than you guys expected.

The names with a star at the end will be coming in the future. Whenever I post them I will connect the name in the list to the corresponding post. The names in italics are there because there's a funny story worth being told behind them, but they're in italics because we never had actual sex.

Next to that, I'm working on a bigger program for the blog. I am making a plan of different but related topics to write about, with a fixed schedule. As an example, someone offered to write an essay for me. I would like to have a guest writer monthly, if possible. Also, starting next week, I will be writing an episode of The Fresh and Frisky Years every Wednesday. A short series with more innocent, a little cornier stories of my adolescence.

At last, I would like to apologize for a bug with the Talk To Me form. There was some problem with the HTML code and I haven't got any of the messages you sent before I fixed it. I'm sorry for this and for not noticing it earlier. Also, I'd like to thank everyone who (once that was fixed) sent me a message. I appreciate all of the feedback and support.

Hope you're all free, centered and satisfied.

A.S. Thomas