So...my ex and I broke up in September. Actually, he broke up with me, very unexpectedly, and I was a mess for months...not something I want to relive or recap, so I'll just leave it at that.
After a few unsuccessful attempts in the last two months and "getting back on the horse" so to speak (will follow-up with a more detailed story about one of those, my 25 year old stalker) I finally ended up in bed with an acquaintence from high school.
Was out at a local bar with some friends, just hanging out and drinking some beers. Saw a group of guys that were a year ahead of me in school at the table next to us. Knew them, as in knew who they were, knew their names, and had some mutual friends, but not anyone I hung out with regularly or was close friends with. Anyway, my girlfriend and I started talking with one of the guys, and somehow migrated our drinks to their table. So, we chatted it up with them for a while, the one guy (I'll call him B) and I started a side conversation. I always thought he was cute back in high school, but we were in totally different circles - he played every sport and hung out with the party crowd, I was sort of nerdy and hung out with the drama club crowd...but I digress...
Ended up talking for a while, other friends left, and before I knew it, it was 1 am. I told B I was heading out and that we should hang out sometime. We exchanged numbers, and I started to get my things to leave. He said he was leaving too and that he'd walk out with me.
In hindsight, this was probably not the smartest thing I have ever done. I barely knew this guy and was letting him walk me out of a bar to a dark parking lot at 1 in the morning.
So we get out of the bar and I start walking towards my car, he says he really enjoyed talking, and would love to take me out sometime. I say I would like that, and the next thing I know, we're making out. He asks if I want to go back to his place, his roommate is probably still out.
I don't know if it was the booze or the thrill of it all, but I said yes, and followed him back to his condo, which was less than a mile away. We ended up making out on the couch for a while, then headed into his bedroom. Clothes came off, hands everywhere, and then.....the big (or not so big) disappointment.
Guy has a small dick. Not teeny tiny like in a freakish way, but smaller than I was used to. I guess I was spoiled with my ex who had a big (at least compared to others I have seen, which aren't many) beautiful cock. This guy's was much smaller by comparison - I am not good with size, as in how long it was, but much smaller. And uncircumsized. This threw me. I had never seen, let alone been in close sexual contact with an uncircumsized penis before. So...I had a dilemma. I was somewhat turned off by the size of his member, but he was very attentive in other ways, and I still thought he was hot, so I adopted a "what the heck" attitude and made the best out of the situation.
All-in-all, it was fun. He was really sweet, and like I said, VERY attentive in other ways. I did feel bad when at one point, I indicated I wanted him inside me and he said "It's all the way in". Yikes.
So now I understand why Samantha Jones broke up with a guy because he had a small one. Like, TOTALLY understand. While I was able to overlook it once, I don't think I could do it on a regular basis. Not that it was unpleasant, just unsatisfying.
B did call and text me and I sort of blew him off. Feel kinda bad about that, cause he's a nice guy and everything, just couldn't get past his "shortcoming".
The good news in all of this is that I have finally had sex with someone post-breakup.
They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new. Maybe it wasn't the best sex I've ever had, but for now, it will do. And it showed me that there is life after my ex.
Just have to come up with a way to screen for size from now on...
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