Not so much II
A “Thanksgiving present?� Way to freak a girl out. I deliberately decided not to call him back. I like to play hard to get… In any case, there will be no gift giving. I want no presents unless it’s a French silk pie.
So he very deliberately made the moment extremely uncomfortable and all but forced me to tell him that I wanted to know what it was and that “I careâ€? about what it was. And then (sigh) awkwardly—and in an attempt to be gallant—he tried to dip-kiss me. And deep kiss me at that. Yep. That was the “gift.”
And it was bad. I felt like I was being swallowed whole. He then proceeded to do it on several other occasions throughout the night because apparently getting my entire face into his mouth was the goal. I just didn’t know how to play along. He called me on it too. “You pulled away.� Hell yes, I pulled away. Contrary to popular belief, getting smothered is not a fetish of mine.
It’s very odd because I don’t think I’ve ever had to break it out on the second date, but I found myself needing to be very clear in my intentions—or lack thereof. He’s a smart guy so I thought my defiant albeit too-honest and actually in retrospect too-nice speech about how I have no plans whatsoever of exclusivity or commitment with anyone (including him) in the future would have sufficed in getting him to back off… but apparently not.
He invited himself to my friend’s birthday party this weekend and couldn’t even remember how to say his name. Which honestly, still pisses me off a little. And then, we shared a near death experience by his miscalculation of a sharp turn with his fancy schmancy corvette. …I’m scared to stick around to see his idea of a Christmas gift.
December 5th, 2007 at 1:26 am
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