Drama²

First I'd like to apologize to all of you who were disappointed this Wednesday. I have had a terrible week with lots of issues to deal with, lots of hours of work, lots of internet problems and very little time. I just couldn't get myself to write something that day. Hopefully you won't get back at me for it.

My story for today is about a guy I haven't talked about before. Still I have special feelings for him. It's not my usual kind of story, so if that's what you feel like today I suggest you click on some other post.

Let me give him a little bit of a background:

The first date was no good. Well, it wasn't even a date. I actually picked him up from the street and brought him home.

We talked for a while about every uninteresting thing we could think of. The talking wasn't a success, so we took it to the bedroom.

That part could have been great. We had the right chemistry and he definitely had the right moves and natural talents. Shame that his hardon was but a halfon.

Besides, he would moan all the time. I mean ALL THE TIME, even when there was no reason for it to happen at all. I maybe said "I'm gonna grab a condom" and he moaned.

Despite everything, I invited him to stay for dinner. Don't ask me why.

Right when we were about to begin our meal, it started raining. And, as the universal Hollywood-datinglaws dictate, rain quickly developed into storm.

I was almost expecting a power cut to happen.

Leaving sarcasm aside, I think it was then when it happened. When we were sitting, having dinner with each other, hiding for the storm.

When it passed, we said goodbye and I automatically assumed I'd never see him again.

During the week that followed, though, I realized that I had some special feelings for him. Actually, more than realizing it, it was more that I knew it was there but didn't want to acknowledge it.

Still, when he proposed to meet again it was that feeling that drove me to saying yes.

Well, it was that feeling together with the fact that I had had an exhausting day and he was offering to cook for me.

When he opened the door, I felt how my heart skipped a beat.

I ended up taking over the cooking, for he didn't look so crafty at it. In the meanwhile we had a great conversation. It was all looking great, until the moment we finished eating.

Only one minute after we were done, he was already humping me.

Normally I would have either played along if I felt like it or coldly reject him if I didn't. But this time I couldn't stay unaffected.

I felt hurt. I felt stupid for making up stories in my head while the “special feelings” weren't mutual. The dinner had just been an excuse to get me in bed.

Now that the dinner was finished it was time to pay the bill.

I just stood up, gave some bad excuse and left in a hurry. On my way home, I felt heart-broken.

Some days later he called again, though.

He wanted to know what had happened, saying I had left him with the feeling that he had done something wrong. I wasn't over him, but I didn't want him anymore so I allowed myself to be completely honest.

I explained everything to him. Including the halfon and the misplaced moaning part. I was expecting him to react childishly, but he didn't. He handled that like a man. I was impressed.

Eventually, we agreed to meet up again next weekend. Let me quote him:

“You and me, we're gonna choose your new courtains, get a kitten out of the cat home, rearrange the garden or bake some muffins. Anything but sex. I want to get the idea that I only want sex with you out of your head because I genuinely like you.”
-Humper.

I was amazed. It was such an unconventional solution that it made me admire him even more.

All summed up, I found myself looking forward to our next date during the whole week.

And that's where today's story actually starts.

“Let's meet early in the morning on Saturday” I sent him on Messenger, two days before the date “It gets late so soon these days”

“I am actually going to the frankparty tomorrow, so on Saturday I'll need to rest and recover first.”

“What's a frankparty?” I asked.

“Yeah, Frank2009's”

I hoped he would agree, and was now disappointed so I wanted to check what that frankparty thing was. I went online and looked for Frank2009's profile on the dating site we both use.

First thing I saw was a big dick. As I looked further, I saw this was a fifty year old man organizing orgies in his house. I guessed he called it “frankparties”.

...


You probably understand why I felt heart-broken at the moment. Again. I had been looking forward to that Saturday the whole week and he tells me I'd have to wait until he recovers from a gangbang!

I was so depressed. I immediately called my best friends for some support:

"This guy, for some reason, had me. He may have been bad in bed, humping me, and not specially attractive or smart but he had me." I complained to Mrs. Thomas.

I just didn't understand him anymore.

If he was going to an orgy, why did he choose to tell me?. If he “genuinely liked me”, why would he let me wait until he recovered from a gangbang? .

(Note that It's not about him going to a gangbang. That could be fine. It's about his priorizing of the gangbang above me.)

That made me feel that I was nothing to him. That I was just the next event in a full scheduled dating week.

On top of all that, he had stopped answering my messages. I was hurt and confused, and I have a taste for drama, so I just dropped him a quite literary final line.

What I said could be reduced to: it would be better not to meet on Saturday, I preferred to get rid of his games from now on and goodbye. Only I went a bit over the top.

I thought that would be the end, but two hours later, he textmessaged me.

“I just had some visitors. Excuse me for having a busy life!”

“Having a busy life is fine with me." I texted back "Disappearing after telling me you have to recover from a gangbang before meeting me, is not OK”.

“Gangbang?”

I couldn't believe he would start arguing about it technically not being a gangbang but an orgy.

“Call it a frankparty if you want” I bitterly wrote.

“Hey, at least you should have checked the link before judging me” And he included a link in his textmessage.

And, of course, it wasn't a link to a profile. Frank2009 wasn't a guy but a party.

FRiday After-work driNK 2009.

...

OK, so I'm a dramaqueen. I don't care.

I just felt incredibly relieved.

“Well, if you had given me a full link instead of just a name I wouldn't have looked on Frank2009's profile! See you Saturday.”

Despite the crudeness of my answer, I was happy and had a laugh attack that would come back and stop me from sleeping for about an hour.