I lost my virginity yesterday
It is true. I had never had phone sex before last night, but now I have lost my duel band digital cherry.
I know I don't even have to tell you who I was talking to when this happened.
There was a glorious, dark thunder storm rolling through. He wanted to get off of his computer because he doesn't have a surge protector (Because, as usual, we were IMing). He asked if he could call me, and I said sure. We were talking about how we both love thunderstorms and kissing in the rain, and so on. We were joking around and things were normal (as normal as they ever are with IM guy) when I laid down on my bed. I guess he heard me moving and asked me what I was doing. I told him I just laid down on my bed, and he said he was going to join me by laying on his bed. He asked if my door was locked, and I said no, but that is no problem--no one ever just walks into my room.
I will spare you direct details. He asked me if I would, and a few times during asked if I was okay with it or not. He took the lead, I kept up as best as I could and did okay, though I am sure not great. It sort of reminded me of Jeanne Garofalo and Ben Chapman in The Truth About Cats and Dogs. Except she's funnier than me and he has an adorable puppy.
At one point he said, "You have watched all the right videos." I laughed and said that some things are instinctual. (Mainly because I haven't watched porn since I was about 14 and one of my friend's parents was out of town and we found some porn on cable).
I then said, "I am always amazed that I will have students who can barely string together 2 coherent sentences, but they can still manage to have sex and reproduce."
After a pause IM guy says, "I guess we are done, then."
"Why do you say that?"
"You just started talking about your students."
I laughed and we got back into the groove.
And just to prove that this boy gets to me, I spent over $200 at Victoria's Secret today after my lunch date. I don't need anymore bra/panty sets, and I really didn't need the little sexy ensemble I bought, either. And I was thinking about not only what I would feel confident in, but also what I know he finds sexy.
But it was also good to see my buddy Laurie who is a manager there and we were able to chat and catch up! {Hi Laurie! Glad you read this when you get the chance!}
Also, this transpired between 2 dates. Does this make me a cyber-slut?
First date was a nice guy and he seems like he was a nice, normal guy who loves animals and wants a relationship. His fiance left him at the alter in March, however, and I am not sure I want to get into that mess after having dated Art Teacher last fall who had just ended an engagement and smashed my heart into a thousand pieces. But this guy has already e-mailed me to say he is looking forward to getting together again.
Second date was a final date with the alcoholic doctor. YIKES!
I know I don't even have to tell you who I was talking to when this happened.
There was a glorious, dark thunder storm rolling through. He wanted to get off of his computer because he doesn't have a surge protector (Because, as usual, we were IMing). He asked if he could call me, and I said sure. We were talking about how we both love thunderstorms and kissing in the rain, and so on. We were joking around and things were normal (as normal as they ever are with IM guy) when I laid down on my bed. I guess he heard me moving and asked me what I was doing. I told him I just laid down on my bed, and he said he was going to join me by laying on his bed. He asked if my door was locked, and I said no, but that is no problem--no one ever just walks into my room.
I will spare you direct details. He asked me if I would, and a few times during asked if I was okay with it or not. He took the lead, I kept up as best as I could and did okay, though I am sure not great. It sort of reminded me of Jeanne Garofalo and Ben Chapman in The Truth About Cats and Dogs. Except she's funnier than me and he has an adorable puppy.
At one point he said, "You have watched all the right videos." I laughed and said that some things are instinctual. (Mainly because I haven't watched porn since I was about 14 and one of my friend's parents was out of town and we found some porn on cable).
I then said, "I am always amazed that I will have students who can barely string together 2 coherent sentences, but they can still manage to have sex and reproduce."
After a pause IM guy says, "I guess we are done, then."
"Why do you say that?"
"You just started talking about your students."
I laughed and we got back into the groove.
And just to prove that this boy gets to me, I spent over $200 at Victoria's Secret today after my lunch date. I don't need anymore bra/panty sets, and I really didn't need the little sexy ensemble I bought, either. And I was thinking about not only what I would feel confident in, but also what I know he finds sexy.
But it was also good to see my buddy Laurie who is a manager there and we were able to chat and catch up! {Hi Laurie! Glad you read this when you get the chance!}
Also, this transpired between 2 dates. Does this make me a cyber-slut?
First date was a nice guy and he seems like he was a nice, normal guy who loves animals and wants a relationship. His fiance left him at the alter in March, however, and I am not sure I want to get into that mess after having dated Art Teacher last fall who had just ended an engagement and smashed my heart into a thousand pieces. But this guy has already e-mailed me to say he is looking forward to getting together again.
Second date was a final date with the alcoholic doctor. YIKES!
4 Comments:
You whore!
Only kidding!
By Anonymous, at 3:36 PM
Hehehe...
I am always the good girl.
If this is as naughty as I get, well, I think I am still within "good girl" territory!
By Beth, at 4:53 PM
Yea, but didn't feel good for me to call you a whore?
By Anonymous, at 5:14 PM
Yeah! I don't called that very often! Never by anyone who knows me! :)
By Beth, at 6:27 PM
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