Taking Advantage in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Met up with The Pink Princess on Friday night. Have decided that:

(a) She’s always late…I’d told her that I didn’t want to stay out late. We didn’t actually meet up until almost 11:00. Which put me home and in bed at 2am.

(b) Her scene is a bit cheesy for my tastes. This is the cocaine crowd. I know she doesn’t partake because she dumped her last boyfriend because he was always too coked up to function properly. But it seems that no matter where we go, we run into her slimeball friends who drop not-so-subtle hints and try to hit on me using various tactics such as wrapping their arms around my waist or whispering creepy things in my ear.

(c) She likes the cocaine crowd because they all have lots of $$$$$$$ to blow (not only up their noses, but they are generous with the purchasing of cocktails, etc.). Free drinks are nice, but not nice enough to require that we spend lots of time being fondled by tight-shirt wearing, gooped-up hair having, too much cologne-wearing, close-talking, nose-wiping creeps.

(d) Next time we go out, I’m going to do a social experiment and pick a place that I think is cheeseball free. I wanna see if they just come out of the woodwork when she’s around.

(e) Hanging with The Pink Princess is an ego booster because she’s 10 years younger than me and everyone always asks if we’re twins!! Suppose I can handle some jerk pawing me as long as he thinks I’m 24! [Uh yes, that’s a joke!]

Was pissed and kind of embarrassed when I showed up at John’s house at 8:30 Saturday morning, ready to go to the driving range. He’d invited me over early so that we could have coffee and actually take care of some business beforehand. I assumed that his wife was fully aware of what was going on because he told me that I could borrow her clubs. But when I arrived, she was barely awake and kind of wondering what I was doing there. I was all suited up in my cute little skort and collared shirt and matching baseball cap (with ponytail properly pulled through), and she asked who I was going golfing with. John didn’t say a word!!! Huh? I ended up telling her that I was going by myself. I don’t understand why he didn’t say anything, but didn’t really have time to ask.

Ended up working for four hours on Saturday instead of hitting balls. Just busted ass and got shit done. Got the meeting room ready for the presentation as well as most of the paperwork that I couldn’t do at home because it had to be color copied. Now it’s Sunday evening, and I’m finishing up the very last of my paperwork at home.

I hope this presentation goes well tomorrow and all this extra work is worth it.

Well, the big date with Scott was last night. He called in the afternoon to make sure that everything was still a go and to get directions to my place. We chatted on the phone for a while, laughed, and before we hung up I warned him not to get me drunk and take advantage of me! He thought that was pretty funny, but I think I ended up putting ideas in his head.

He took me to an incredibly romantic French restaurant where we had a wonderful dinner. After an apertif and a bottle of wine, I was feelin’ a teensy bit tipsy. So after dinner, I got a fully-caffeinated cappuccino to keep the buzz down to a minimum. Honestly, Scott is a really, really (and I do mean really) nice, wonderful, and handsome guy, but I’m still not sure how I feel about him (attraction-wise). And I didn’t want to fuck things up as I’m wont to do with my dates lately. I wanted to make sure that I did things right last night.

Somewhere between the French restaurant and our now-favorite hole-in-the-wall bar, something must have snapped in my brain. I don’t know. Maybe he slipped me a mickey or something. Because by the time we got there I was flying high. It was bizarre! I can’t figure out how I got so trashed.

As soon as we walked in the joint, it was as if I’d stepped into the twilight zone. Scott excused himself to go to the bathroom, and no sooner did he walk away when some gorgeous, tall, blonde woman looked me up and down and told me that she loved my dress. I was wearing the dress again. I thanked her. And she kept looking. So I smiled my brightest smile. And then she walked right up to me and planted a giant kiss on my cheek and smoothed and stroked my hair for a minute (favorite thing, remember?), and told me that I looked beautiful. And just as Scott walked out of the bathroom, she walked back to her spot at the bar with her friends.

For some reason, that kiss sent me soaring. And I could feel it linger on my cheek for the rest of the night. And I could feel her hands softly stroking my hair. And I wanted so desperately to be touched some more.

Scott bought me a beer and we found a spot to sit. Close to the band. The music was sultry, and the air was hot, and I became even more tingly and desperate for touch. I don’t think I even finished my beer. Soon, as if right on cue, Scott’s lips were on mine while his hands moved up my legs. And my mind was swirling. Thoughts of that gorgeous woman and her touch mixed with Scott’s hot mouth on mine. Thoughts of hands on me. Lips on me. It all felt so good. Intoxicating. It was so much like a cloudy, swirly dream. I didn’t want to wake.

Before I knew it, we were at my place. On the sofa. And Scott was gently kissing and touching and kissing and touching….and I let him. I didn’t do a thing. I barely even moved. I was drowning in this delicious sea of his touch and it felt like heaven.

And then we were in my bed. More touch. I was drinking it in. Like water. It was as if I had been in the desert for days on end without water and finally…FINALLY….I found some kind of oasis. And I was delirious. And I didn’t even care if the oasis was a mirage. It just felt sooooooo good that I didn’t care. I hate to say this, but it could almost have been anyone in that bed with me. I was so starved for touch. It just felt so amazing.

Then sleep, beautiful sleep.

When I woke, it was a little uncomfortable. There was Scott. In bed with me. I certainly hadn’t intended on anything like the night before happening. But there we were. We stayed in bed for a really long time. I let Scott rub my back and arms and legs and play with my hair for what must have been two hours. Hey…might as well enjoy, right?

Strangely, I couldn’t bring myself to touch him back. Honestly, I had no desire. But I still craved and enjoyed his caresses. I know it sounds terribly selfish, and he even said he was spoiling me. But then he also said that he loved doing it. So I let him.

Before he left, he apologized for getting me drunk and taking advantage of me. Just what I’d jokingly asked him not to do. But I really have to wonder….who took advantage of whom?

And just how did I get so tipsy?