i may have missed the window
Recently, I went to the club here in DC whose name might lead you to believe that rowers attend (I’ve yet to meet a rower there, let alone a diver or swimmer). It’s the kind of club where you lock your valuables in a little vault, get handed a little towel, and are directed to a locker, booth or room.
After checking out the sauna, I showered and headed back to my booth. I think I look my best when I am wet, so I was moving with a rather confident stride. Standing outside my cell was a long, tall drink and boy, was I thirsty!
He asked to come in and I looked behind me just in case there was someone else there. There was ... but the comment was still directed at me. He has the current "it" boy pronounced oblique muscles running down into his crotch, but I was a bit more exicted about his serratus muscles (I'll have to post about what excites me in a boy). Anyways, let me make this short and sanitary ... we had a very nice time for about four hours before we both had to return to our respective homes (and in my case, my Honey).
For the past two weeks, we have been exchanging text messages or chatting via cells on a regular basis. Silly things like:
“That was hot.” “I can’t wait to do it again.” “You have a great ASSet.” “Lets get together, real soon.” “I am so hard just thinking about you.” And my favorite, “Did you fuck me?” ... “Yeah, don’t you remember?” (My faithful reader(s), I do hope you realize that I quote in green bold letters)
One of my messages was ... “If we’re gonna do it again, it’s gotta be real soon or we’ll miss the window.” He replied, “Window?”
You know about the window. The time period that’ll elapse once the endorphins evaporate and you’re no longer interested in getting horizontal. Many different things cause this to happen. Too much time may go by in between the time you met and the time you actually get to hook up (or hook up again). You might get to know the person too well and you realize that you don’t like them after all or you might get to know the person too well and you crossover into the friend zone.
As many times as we tried to get together this past week, I am afraid that I may have blown
the window. We went out last night and had a good time drinking and listening to music at JRs, but I was too tired (having put in a 14 hour shift at work) to join him at Nation or anything else that would have followed. He was game, but I like don’t enjoy sex so much after drinking too many beers and when my ass would be dragging. I like being fully in the moment, delivering my A game, and in control.
We tried to met up again today, but he texted over that he was “stuck” and couldn’t make it.
Did you hear that? The sound of a window closing.
Where did I put that prybar?
He asked to come in and I looked behind me just in case there was someone else there. There was ... but the comment was still directed at me. He has the current "it" boy pronounced oblique muscles running down into his crotch, but I was a bit more exicted about his serratus muscles (I'll have to post about what excites me in a boy). Anyways, let me make this short and sanitary ... we had a very nice time for about four hours before we both had to return to our respective homes (and in my case, my Honey).
For the past two weeks, we have been exchanging text messages or chatting via cells on a regular basis. Silly things like:
One of my messages was ... “If we’re gonna do it again, it’s gotta be real soon or we’ll miss the window.” He replied, “Window?”
You know about the window. The time period that’ll elapse once the endorphins evaporate and you’re no longer interested in getting horizontal. Many different things cause this to happen. Too much time may go by in between the time you met and the time you actually get to hook up (or hook up again). You might get to know the person too well and you realize that you don’t like them after all or you might get to know the person too well and you crossover into the friend zone.
As many times as we tried to get together this past week, I am afraid that I may have blown
We tried to met up again today, but he texted over that he was “stuck” and couldn’t make it.
Did you hear that? The sound of a window closing.
Where did I put that prybar?
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