Has anyone ever embarked on an actual love affair with someone who was meant to be a bit of rough trade? I'm having this experience currently. I want to share about what is going on but I am fairly certain it's going to sound like an EST. I guess I will just share the large strokes (no pun intended) and see if it sparks a conversation.
So I rarely drink anymore, but I decided the other night I was going to just let it rip. And because I"m a light weight these days, it didn't take much for me to get pretty loose. At some point the time for calling it a night and going home relatively intact had come and gone. And I was drinking a drink I really didn't need. And then I saw him, at the other end of the bar. Just fucking trash. Hot rough Massachusetts trade.
Having no filter or inhibition, I went over to him and asked if I could buy him a drink. At some point we took it outside and were making out. We ended up at my place and he took control of the sex. He was not drunk and he was a very thoughtful lover with great executive function and he kept it moving. Afterward, we held each other and I let him tell me about his stint in the marines and his time in jail. His trash family and his woodworking skills. He told me about the cot he sleeps on at the shelter and how he was going to be "in trouble" for staying out so late. After a lot more kissing, he left at 4 am. He grabbed one of my sweaters to wear on his bike ride back to the shelter.
The following day I was kind of mortified. It's been a long time since I'd picked up some trade and I live in a college town and it was causing me a bit of anxiety thinking about running into this guy again. And what to I tell my friends or family if he were to ring around my place during the day?
Well he found me on Facebook Messenger, and while I was reading his message to me, I acrtually called him -- through Messenger. I did not know that was a thing you could do? So now I'm totally freaking out.
He calls me back about 60 seconds later. Tells me he's going to ride his bike in to town to eat and invited me. I said no, I wasn't hungry. He said "Just meet me downtown, I want to see you." And.....against my better judgement I hopped quickly in the shower and threw on some jeans and a t shirt and found myself walking down the streat towards the center of town, whereby he was walking toward me from the other direction. And we stopped in the sidewalk. "Hey!." 'Hey."
At this point I feel equal parts horny and guarded. He suggests we get some frozen yogurt.