Saturday Night Fight
I had a hectic weekend and a rough night last night.
Professor and I had an incident, and I ended up storming out of his apartment in tears.
His divorce is official February 1.
I took him out last night as a belated birthday dinner. I was sort of hoping to have sex, but I wasn't expecting it. Especially since I had told him earlier in the week that we need to be friends sometimes and not always friends with benefits. He agreed.
When I picked him for dinner, he immediately tells me he has to be at a meeting at 7:00. I was a little upset. First off, he could have had this said meeting earlier in the day, and putzed around so that he had to go Saturday night.
Secondly, I looked great, I was taking him to a great restaurant, and he immediately puts a damper on the evening.
He noticed I was not amused--he's quick, this one--and after saying he could cancel, me telling him not to cancel, and debating back and forth, we decide to get together after the meeting. The meeting was only from 7:00 to 8:00, he was all of 15 minutes from his place. While he is at the meeting, I am going to go rent a movie and get gas, and wait at his apartment.
During dinner, he gets flirty and makes it known he would like sex before the evening's over. I wasn't feeling overly sexy, but I also knew that if we started making out, I would get there fast. I was basically willing and able, and it had been well over a month since we had last been intimate.
Things progressed well, basically. We watched The 40 Year Old Virgin--which is an incredibly long 2+ hours, seeming even longer when two horny are watching lots of nudity, sex and innuendo. Before the credit scene was over, Professor was seducing me. It was long before we were in his bedroom. Shortly following that we were having sex, and he was really into it, a little too aggressive for my liking, actually.
Then, before either of us our done, he stops. He can't do this. He can't have meaningless sex. He can only be with a woman he loves. He misses his wife, and I am not his wife.
Wordlessly, I rolled off the bed and got dressed. He was trying to talk to me and tell me it wasn't me. He was tempted to tell me after the movie that he wanted the evening to end without sex, but he is too immature. He wanted a response from me, but I just couldn't say anything at this point.
After walking out of his apartment on the verge of tears, I turned back to say something, but he had locked the door behind me. I went back to my car, at which time he opened the door to ask if I had forgotten something. I said I wanted to say something, but just forget it.
But I couldn't, and so I called him on the way home to say I understand if he doesn't want a sexual relationship, but to tell this to me in the middle of a sack session was just hurtful.
The last guy I fell for, I mean truly liked, much more than Professor, even, told me at the moment we were about to have sex for the first time, that he couldn't do it. He was still having issues from his last relationship. Before that, a relationship of 4 months, no nookie, although the oral stuff was good.
He told me that was my own ego and not his fault. He has always thought I was not just attractive, but gorgeous. I'm not feeling so gorgeous these days, though.
He continued talking, asked if there was anything else I wanted to say. On the verge of crying, I kept silent and just hung up.
Professor and I had an incident, and I ended up storming out of his apartment in tears.
His divorce is official February 1.
I took him out last night as a belated birthday dinner. I was sort of hoping to have sex, but I wasn't expecting it. Especially since I had told him earlier in the week that we need to be friends sometimes and not always friends with benefits. He agreed.
When I picked him for dinner, he immediately tells me he has to be at a meeting at 7:00. I was a little upset. First off, he could have had this said meeting earlier in the day, and putzed around so that he had to go Saturday night.
Secondly, I looked great, I was taking him to a great restaurant, and he immediately puts a damper on the evening.
He noticed I was not amused--he's quick, this one--and after saying he could cancel, me telling him not to cancel, and debating back and forth, we decide to get together after the meeting. The meeting was only from 7:00 to 8:00, he was all of 15 minutes from his place. While he is at the meeting, I am going to go rent a movie and get gas, and wait at his apartment.
During dinner, he gets flirty and makes it known he would like sex before the evening's over. I wasn't feeling overly sexy, but I also knew that if we started making out, I would get there fast. I was basically willing and able, and it had been well over a month since we had last been intimate.
Things progressed well, basically. We watched The 40 Year Old Virgin--which is an incredibly long 2+ hours, seeming even longer when two horny are watching lots of nudity, sex and innuendo. Before the credit scene was over, Professor was seducing me. It was long before we were in his bedroom. Shortly following that we were having sex, and he was really into it, a little too aggressive for my liking, actually.
Then, before either of us our done, he stops. He can't do this. He can't have meaningless sex. He can only be with a woman he loves. He misses his wife, and I am not his wife.
Wordlessly, I rolled off the bed and got dressed. He was trying to talk to me and tell me it wasn't me. He was tempted to tell me after the movie that he wanted the evening to end without sex, but he is too immature. He wanted a response from me, but I just couldn't say anything at this point.
After walking out of his apartment on the verge of tears, I turned back to say something, but he had locked the door behind me. I went back to my car, at which time he opened the door to ask if I had forgotten something. I said I wanted to say something, but just forget it.
But I couldn't, and so I called him on the way home to say I understand if he doesn't want a sexual relationship, but to tell this to me in the middle of a sack session was just hurtful.
The last guy I fell for, I mean truly liked, much more than Professor, even, told me at the moment we were about to have sex for the first time, that he couldn't do it. He was still having issues from his last relationship. Before that, a relationship of 4 months, no nookie, although the oral stuff was good.
He told me that was my own ego and not his fault. He has always thought I was not just attractive, but gorgeous. I'm not feeling so gorgeous these days, though.
He continued talking, asked if there was anything else I wanted to say. On the verge of crying, I kept silent and just hung up.
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