I am fully aware that I have a found a great guy in the Barrister but that doesn't mean I have to stop everything and give him all of my attention, despite how he is starting to act. I knew it would only be a matter of time before he would expect more, want more, and inevitably annoy me more. He seems to have forgotten our conversation about my fear of committment and my intention of not being exclusive. It is not in his best interest to continue saying phrases like, "when I'm married....", "I've always thought I would propose to someone at a place like that"; "What am I going to do when you're away?" The list could go on and on. If I have to hear about marriage in passing one more time I am going to punch something, most likely his pretty little face! I don't get it, he's 23, he's a puppy by all standards, yet he seems to have his life planned out. I have 3 years on him and the only plan I have to accomplish before turning 30 is traveling to 30 different countries (I'm only at 8).
I came home last night to a Skype invite and a Gchat invite, he doesn't use either but apparently because I do, he does now. And then there is the issue of the booty call...I take complete responsibility for awakening the inner whore in him but the thing about a booty call is you have to be able to back them up. I have worked years on perfecting the art of booty calling a boy, I feel like I can pull it off. Nice, sweet, puppies can't, it just seems strange. He booty texted me last night, I said no. He continued pushing me to come over, after 5 texts that he meant to be sexy I stopped responding for a couple reasons. The first: He can't pull it off! 2: He just saw me the night before. 3: I was on a date with Sex Eyes. The Barrister is standing in quiksand, his constant need for attention is weighing him down fast. I hate that he is losing ground with me.
I didn't really expect to hear from Sex Eyes, especially considering the fact that I am 99% sure he witnessed me making out with the Jamaican hottie. I was definately surprised when he texted last night asking me out for drinks. How could I not go? Like most drunk nights involving an encounter with the opposite sex, you have to wonder how strong your beer googles were. I just about peed my pants with excitment when I saw he was even hotter than I remembered. People usually don't go up a notch, at least not in my life, they are always as cute or usually less cute than my drunk ass remembers.
Sex Eyes aka Beni (odd name I know) is talk, dark, and handsome. He's stylish without being obnoxiously metro like so many european men are. And then there are the eyes...yum! Considering his bold, ballsy way of picking me up on Saturday I was prepared: He's looking for one thing...my mother warned me about this kind of guy (recently in fact!)...I will be one of many women this week...
We headed to a quite lounge/bar in Holborn. I grabbed a booth and he got us drinks. I like that there is no debate about paying...men just do it. I don't have to pretend to go for my wallet while secretly expecting them to pay, I hate playing that game. His accent is just as heavy as I remembered and I quickly realized that although he can speak fluent english, he's not exactly an expert on our language. I am exactly what many people hate about Americans, I know next to nothing about countries outside of the US, especially little ones like Albania. I had to Wikipedia it just to figure out where the hell it was, it's near Greece for all my fellow dummies! Shameful but what can you do, I'll look into buying a globe. Conversation was good, a little harder than others I've dated just because of the language. After hearing him talk about the clear water and beaches of his country I might have to put it on my list of 30! Plus I could put the 3 words I learned last night to use!
He was sweet and affectionate (holding my hand under the table and a random kiss or two....not every night here is a bathroom stall kind of night thank god!) without losing his sex appeal. He made it very clear, well as clear as he could considering he taught himself english after moving here, that he liked me and would like to see me again. He also claimed that he is never forward or bold with women but there was something about me. I don't know if I buy it but whatever, still nice to hear. A little before 12, he asked if I wanted another drink or wanted to go home. I declined the drink, mainly because night buses are outside my bubble for the moment and I needed to catch the last tube. I have been asked in many ways, mostly trashy and dirty, to go home with a man. He asked what I thought about spending the night together in one sweet, sexy breath. And as much as I wanted to, I said no. He told me that was completely fine, he's not that kind of guy, he just didn't want the night to end. I decided to behave, that and he gets up at 5am even with his sex eyes, I am not getting out of bed that early! We walked back to the tube holding hands and he asked when he could take me out again. Since I'll be in Ireland all weekend, I set something up for next week.
There is something about him, I don't know if it's lust or the fact that he is the definition of a sexy man (did I mention he does construction, normally not for me but he pulls it off), but I can't wait to see him again. I know I am playing with fire, something is going to give, can I really date two men at the same time? It's like a stallion vs. the cute,cuddly, reliable puppy. At least I can say without a doubt that I have been 100% honest with the Barrister about us not being exclusive or bf/gf. I hope I have a little while to figure this out before it blows up in my face because I do like them both.
I came home last night to a Skype invite and a Gchat invite, he doesn't use either but apparently because I do, he does now. And then there is the issue of the booty call...I take complete responsibility for awakening the inner whore in him but the thing about a booty call is you have to be able to back them up. I have worked years on perfecting the art of booty calling a boy, I feel like I can pull it off. Nice, sweet, puppies can't, it just seems strange. He booty texted me last night, I said no. He continued pushing me to come over, after 5 texts that he meant to be sexy I stopped responding for a couple reasons. The first: He can't pull it off! 2: He just saw me the night before. 3: I was on a date with Sex Eyes. The Barrister is standing in quiksand, his constant need for attention is weighing him down fast. I hate that he is losing ground with me.
I didn't really expect to hear from Sex Eyes, especially considering the fact that I am 99% sure he witnessed me making out with the Jamaican hottie. I was definately surprised when he texted last night asking me out for drinks. How could I not go? Like most drunk nights involving an encounter with the opposite sex, you have to wonder how strong your beer googles were. I just about peed my pants with excitment when I saw he was even hotter than I remembered. People usually don't go up a notch, at least not in my life, they are always as cute or usually less cute than my drunk ass remembers.
Sex Eyes aka Beni (odd name I know) is talk, dark, and handsome. He's stylish without being obnoxiously metro like so many european men are. And then there are the eyes...yum! Considering his bold, ballsy way of picking me up on Saturday I was prepared: He's looking for one thing...my mother warned me about this kind of guy (recently in fact!)...I will be one of many women this week...
We headed to a quite lounge/bar in Holborn. I grabbed a booth and he got us drinks. I like that there is no debate about paying...men just do it. I don't have to pretend to go for my wallet while secretly expecting them to pay, I hate playing that game. His accent is just as heavy as I remembered and I quickly realized that although he can speak fluent english, he's not exactly an expert on our language. I am exactly what many people hate about Americans, I know next to nothing about countries outside of the US, especially little ones like Albania. I had to Wikipedia it just to figure out where the hell it was, it's near Greece for all my fellow dummies! Shameful but what can you do, I'll look into buying a globe. Conversation was good, a little harder than others I've dated just because of the language. After hearing him talk about the clear water and beaches of his country I might have to put it on my list of 30! Plus I could put the 3 words I learned last night to use!
He was sweet and affectionate (holding my hand under the table and a random kiss or two....not every night here is a bathroom stall kind of night thank god!) without losing his sex appeal. He made it very clear, well as clear as he could considering he taught himself english after moving here, that he liked me and would like to see me again. He also claimed that he is never forward or bold with women but there was something about me. I don't know if I buy it but whatever, still nice to hear. A little before 12, he asked if I wanted another drink or wanted to go home. I declined the drink, mainly because night buses are outside my bubble for the moment and I needed to catch the last tube. I have been asked in many ways, mostly trashy and dirty, to go home with a man. He asked what I thought about spending the night together in one sweet, sexy breath. And as much as I wanted to, I said no. He told me that was completely fine, he's not that kind of guy, he just didn't want the night to end. I decided to behave, that and he gets up at 5am even with his sex eyes, I am not getting out of bed that early! We walked back to the tube holding hands and he asked when he could take me out again. Since I'll be in Ireland all weekend, I set something up for next week.
There is something about him, I don't know if it's lust or the fact that he is the definition of a sexy man (did I mention he does construction, normally not for me but he pulls it off), but I can't wait to see him again. I know I am playing with fire, something is going to give, can I really date two men at the same time? It's like a stallion vs. the cute,cuddly, reliable puppy. At least I can say without a doubt that I have been 100% honest with the Barrister about us not being exclusive or bf/gf. I hope I have a little while to figure this out before it blows up in my face because I do like them both.
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ReplyDeleteif you want the barrister to stop being so much of a puppy then why complain when he starts being assertive
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