Masterminx

Fuck all this. You would think that I would be happy after this weekend, but I always find room to complain.

Gripe #1: I miss Rasputin. Really bad. He was supposed to drag Doo-Dah over to my place this week for a business-related meeting. (My only chance to get to see him.) This was supposed to happen last Tuesday, but got canceled. Now, they had to cancel again because Mr. DC needs their attention more. Fuck. That guy continues to be a nuisance in my life.

Gripe #2: D came over Friday night. Great sex, as usual. He had me in the full throes before I even undressed completely. Actually, our first round included me still wearing my thigh high stockings and black knee-high boots. Sassy! Everything was going pretty swell until I managed to break his dick (again). That's the problem with the short penis: it falls out at the most inopportune moments. Especially when he gets all uncoordinated and semi-confused. I felt bad for him. He's a trooper, though. He still managed plenty of activity after that, but that's a hell of a crappy memory to take away from the weekend.

Gripe #3: Met new guy from the Yahoo Personals last night. He spent the night...until 3:00 AM, when he had to leave for Los Angeles where he's working until Friday. We've spent time talking, and he seemed mature and independent enough to not bother me. I had hoped I could find someone like D to hang out with and just be friends-plus with. No emotional baggage. I hoped.

I clearly had the wrong impression. I am not sure what I want to call this guy, but his name is Michael. He's 6 feet tall, lean, but not skinny, bald and freckled. His mother is Italian, and I'm guessing his father was something fairer--though, he's of Florentine descent, and they tend to be fair. He turned 40 on Saturday. He's spent the last ten years, divorced. He's not terribly attractive, but he's not terribly ugly. He speaks fluent Italian, and has dual citizenship in Italy and the US. He takes breath-takingly beautiful photos of flowers and waterfalls. He's bright and funny.

Ugh. He likes me way too much. He keeps telling me how cool I am, and how wonderful and hot and cute I am. He cuddles and clings to me, all night, and keeps saying how nice I am and how much he likes me. He really, really likes me. It's creepy.

The sex is ok. It's just...it's okay. The cock of a 40 year old man is not like the equivalent on a 27 year old. Not this one, anyway. It doesn't...work...quite as well. Pathetically, he tries. And tries. And tries. But he's frantic, and rough. I keep telling him to stop biting me. At first, nicely. Later in the night, it becomes a solid slap on his bald head. My nipples still hurt in the morning.

He's eager to please, despite the fact that his sneezes are growing more frequent. He's allergic to my cat. Nothing turns me off more than having to hear him sniffle in my ear. Ick.

We stopped because I insisted that I be allowed to get dinner. I ordered pizza, and we had to go pick it up. In the car, I am casual and jovial as usual. He appears to be starstruck, and that makes my stomach turn. Men need to be cooler than all that.

We eat pizza, and watch TV, and he insists on sitting at my feet so he can be close enough to touch me. I was surprised to find that I was a little bit annoyed at the fact that he ate the pizza crusts I left on my plate. I thought that was tacky; nevermind the fact that 20 minutes earlier, he had his tongue in my rectum. Funny where I draw the line, these days.

I was happy to lock the door behind him when he left. But there was no peace to be had. He emailed me twice from his phone, telling me how much he was looking forward to coming back on Friday so he could see me. He said he had a "WONDERFUL" time. He closed with x's and o's. I am not pleased with his clingy behavior. Even more irritating: he started sending me instant messages. He thought it was too cute of me to say that I would have to hammer out his teeth like a gerbil before I let him near me, again. I have a mind to put him off for another week. **shudder**

I still miss Rasputin.
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