Last night was Date #2 with The Beagle. It was good to get out and away from the work that I was doing most of the weekend, so I took a break to go to a nice, authentic Mexican place with him that’s walking distance from my place.
The Beag showed up (in lavender-colored shorts, which made me smile!) and found street parking next to my building and we started walking towards the restaurant. Well, I had to point him in the right direction and HE started walking about 2 paces ahead of me - which I found uncomfortable. Why would he walk ahead of me when he doesn’t know where we’re going?
Now. I love to walk most everywhere I go. That’s one of the reasons why I love living downtown because it’s a pretty walkable city. But our dear Beag started complaining by around block five (the restaurant is about 10 blocks away). I was surprised by the complaint for two reasons: (1) it was nice and cool outside last night - not sweltering hot or pouring rain or anything…it was a lovely evening to walk, and (2) he has really nice legs (very muscular and nice) and he seems to be in awesome shape - WHY COMPLAIN?!
We finally get to the restaurant (he’s still 2 paces ahead), and he’s kind enough to put his back toward the television that had the basketball game on. I liked that touch. But our conversation went downhill quickly when he couldn’t order the standard Tex-Mex food - remember, it was an authentic Mexican place.
So he was annoyed by that.
It was at that point that I told him if we go out again he was going to have to pick the place because I was 0 and 2 according to his commentary about both venues.
THEN he kept talking about how if WE were a couple there would be no ultimatums and no complaining that he needs his guy time so he can golf and do his guy things. And how he would do certain things with me and other things he wouldn’t. Like, he’s not into museums and such…WTF?
So it was at that point that I told him I felt like we were in some kind of negotiations and it felt like a downer and I just wanted to have some fun so could we talk like we are actually friends or something and not like we were doing a “deal”?
I needed three drinks. I also offered to pay for dinner because he seemed to hate my choices in venues, but he would not let me pay.
When we were done he walked (ahead of) me home and when we got to my place…still outside, in public, he got hard. In his lavender shorts. And he made me feel his crotch so that I knew what I was getting myself into? I mean…huh? He literally took my hand and put it on top of his hard dick and when I moved my hand away he actually POKED me with his BONER. Several times.
And then he tried to kiss me.
And I called it a night and sent the dog home to play with his bone alone.
xox,
GS
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