"Did you fuck her?"
"No, I did not fuck her."
"Are you going to?"
"I don't know. I'm a bachelor. I can do what I want."
"How do you think that makes me feel?"
"I think I've mostly made you feel real good. Look, I never made you any promises. I even sang you my Monday Night Woman song. What are you freaking out about? Let's make each other feel good."
Astoundingly this bullshit actually worked. Within minutes we were the double ended sucking machine. I guess she wanted my cock so bad that she decided being the Monday night woman was better than being alone seven nights a week. That sounds pretty big headed. I didn't say it because I think I am such a great lover (although recently, two different women both said I was giving them the best sex of their lives) or because my dick is so big (although it is), I said it because I think that was what she actually decided. Now if you ever meet a woman that makes a decision like that, you should cherish her. Get a couple of them going and you have the makings of a happy, contented life, two girlfriends and no wife.
On another level though, it was the beginning of the end with Sally and me because I didn't want two girlfriends (to be fair, I never considered the prospect as a possibility.) I wanted my one true love. That was my quest. Getting laid while I looked was the reality. So even though Dierdre came over to my place on schedule next Saturday and even though we had a nice conversation that went like this:
("I'll take off my shirt if you take off yours."
"Let me think. Okay." And then she let me fuck her doggie style with my thumb up her butt,) it wasn't to last either. This time it was an email from her that she was giving her old boyfriend another chance.
I had a short fling with Patty. She was a skinny piece with no tits or ass. As we sat on her couch on our second date, I noticed that she was having a lot of trouble with her skirt. It kept falling open. Then she would readjust it only to have it fall open again. So I reached over to help her out.
She didn't like to do the 69. "I can give and I can receive, but I can't give and receive at the same time," she said. I'm not really sure why she thought that. I guess it was too intense or something.
Once, I discovered a shoebox that obviously had toys in it. She got all embarrassed and wouldn't let me open it.
After I fucked her doggiestyle one time she told me it was a power trip. Really I just liked the view.
Her daughter was going to college and lived with her to save money. Also, you had to go through Patty's room to get to the back door (no pun intended) and so one time the daughter (whose name I have forgotten) walked in on us while we were pounding away. Instead of excusing herself and leaving, she started asking her mother questions about the groceries and what was going to happen on Saturday.
There I was, frozen on my knees with the tip of my cock inserted in her mother's vagina and the rest of the shaft plainly in Daughter's view. Daughter was staring at it too. "Don't mind me," she said after a minute and sat down on a chair by the door.
Mom had coolly answered the questions about the school event and the mustard and then, as though she had no choice in the matter, had gradually gone back into grinding mode. So after that I thought, "What the hell. Let's give her a show." Showing off was as close as I got to the elusive mother/daughter double, but it was inspiring nonetheless.
I would have definitely gone back for another crack (pun intended) at it if I could have, but the next weekend Patty claimed she was sick and by the weekend after that, I was firmly into a different reality.
First eHarmony hooked me up with a girl in Massachusetts that was pretty interesting. She had started a homeless shelter for women and was making it go fast enough to provide her with a living wage as well as housing several dozen homeless women. That was pretty impressive. Then she set her sights on me and within days had me talked into meeting her halfway at Wheeling West Virginia. She did this by suggesting she was ready to let go of her self-imposed celibacy. She mentioned how much she used to like to wrestle naked and said she couldn't wait to take her shirt off.
At the same time I had just met another woman on Match.com. She was actually that rarest of things, a single Bloomington woman who wasn't gay or obese. We had a really good first date, although not as dramatic as the one I had recently had with Dierdre. So while I was driving to Wheeling to meet Robin, I had a corner of my mind on Cookie. There was little room for Sally and so when she called me, I told her it was over.
She was not too pleased about that and it got a little long distance ugly. This was the first time I had actually had to tell a woman to go away and I was surprised by the intensity of her anger over my rejection. I thought we both understood that we were just having fun.
I've had the anger of rejected women directed at me several times since then. Avoiding that has become increasingly important to me. I think they are being silly a lot of the times. For divorced people to think that something is going to last forever is a little unrealistic. I never promise anything either. But still, sometimes they think I am going to rescue them or that once we fuck they own me and then when I ride off into the sunset they try to shoot me in the back as I leave.
When Robin and I met at wonderful park in Wheeling, she sat me right down and told me her life story. She used to be a big party girl. Then she fell asleep at the wheel and killed an eight-year-old boy. She didn't have to go to prison but she had to do some community service. Then she dedicated her life to the homeless shelter and was attempting to atone. It had also meant no men for quite some time.
I didn't hear much of this. In my mind her voice was still talking about wrestling and getting topless. We went to a motel and got a room. Quickly I had her on the bed. I was straddling her and fondling her tits when she decided to stick with her born again virginity. It took me a while to realize that she meant it and that I had been brought to Wheeling, West Virginia under false pretenses. There's a song about Wheeling, which I did not write.
I cum rolling into Wheeling West Virginia.
My head is high but my heart is still in pain.
My baby said these pills gonna cause me to
Lose faith in ya.
She run off with a wino
I'm gonna drive this truck insane.
