Okay. Shortly after I wrote yesterday’s entry, I got a text from K. asking me out on a date…for last night.
He’s so last minute. Some people don’t care about stuff like that, but I do. Regardless, I was happy he asked me out, and I obviously had nothing else planned, so I said OK.
Fine and good, right?
But asking to take me out is tricky on his part. I never mentioned this because I wanted to wait and see how things moved along for us, but I’m just going to come right out and say it. He got a DUI back in March. His SECOND offense. So his car has a breathalyzer in it. Don’t even get me started on how I feel about all of that shit. Bottom line is that he can’t drive anywhere if we want to have a glass of wine together.
It would be GREAT if he just sucked it up and took me out and didn’t drink, right? But no. It seems he must drink if we go out. And at first, he took taxis and the train to meet me places, but I volunteered to drive a few times, and then I started spending nights there, and I guess a prescidence (sp?) was set.
Whatever. I volunteered to drive again, and I was fine with that.
Except for the fact that he gave me SHIT about my driving the whole time we were going to the venue! WTF. He was in a real condescending mood for some reason, and I gave it right back to him, telling him that it’s his own fault that he can’t DRIVE us on our date.
Oh boy, did that set a tone.
I should also mention that he and I have a lot of fun ribbing each other about stuff. For the most part it’s funny and very tame, but he was ribbing me quite hard last night, and I was already pretty sensitive about how things were moving along relationship-wise, so another strike against us again last night.
So finally, I’d had two kir royals in my belly and I just decided to come right out and say the things I’d been writing about in my diary in previous entries.
It started out okay, and I was trying to be as sensitive and drama-free as I possibly could, but the dam finally burst and I flooded him with everything, EVERYTHING…ending it all up with the BRILLIANT phrase, “I’m too old to be somebody’s FUCK BUDDY!”
Yes, I did.
Needless to say, he was not pleased. Our dinner went straight downhill, although we were somewhat cordial with each other. The rest of our night was strained, to say the least.
I had to drive us back to his place. I didn’t want to take even more chances by driving myself home with all of those kir royals sloshing around, so I stayed at K.’s house. And what did we end up doing?
That’s right! We screwed.
And I had to leave early this morning to go to my gym class. So as I bent down to say goodbye and kiss him on the cheek, his parting words were, “lock the door when you leave.”
Lovely.
Another one bites the dust.
Next.
The good news is, my mojo appears to be back. I’m glad that I had my little rebound and that I know my sex drive is still alive. I have him to thank for that. He was nothing if not good in bed.
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