Yesterday morning I told myself I should just spend the day working and FINALLY stay in. Little did I know, that very night I’d be having mind blowing sex with the Mexican Shortstop.
I’d biked to Peen’s place where D and he were hanging out (a leisurely 6-mile bike after FINALLY getting my beloved Centurion fixed). After we grabbed some Thai we decided we wanted to go out. So I biked back to my place, put on my last clean outfit,t and drove to D’s. By the time I got there, D was beyond tipsy and dancing on her counter in this tiny little f-me outfit. Peen was pretty tipsy and letting D kiss all over him. I just rolled my eyes and made them leave so we could go to Temporary Spaces. To our surprise, the place is closed on Monday’s, so instead we headed over to Echo Park to do some dancing at The Shortstop.
After getting a little drunker there and doing zero dancing because the dance floor was out of commission, we walked over to the The Gold Room (pretty much our regular Echo Park routine). Of course, WHO should be standing outside the Gold Room? The Mexican Shortstop.
Now, as of late I’ve been feeling a little sore towards him as he seemed to be avoiding the prospect of hanging out with me again. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t seem to want to hang out that bothered me as much as it was that I just didn’t really understand why when he seemed to be really into me before then. Earlier that day I’d even texted him, asking him if he wanted to see each other and he failed to respond. That was all the response I needed.
So when I saw him and he greeted me as warmly as usual, I took it as him being polite. I didn’t need him being such a gentleman, so as I smoked my cig outside the bar I told him he didn’t have to wait for me, and that he could just go inside. Maybe it was my tone or general disinterested attitude, but he complied and went in. For the rest of the time at the bar we barely spoke, let alone flirted.
We were all out on the patio – D, Peen, Mexsh, his friend, and me – when he started walking back inside to leave. He barely gave me a pat on the shoulder as a goodbye and disappeared into the bar. Me, needing some kind of closure, bustled in after him, catching him just before he got out (hell, I still had my drink so I couldn’t leave the bar). I turned him around in true soap opera style and asked, “Are you still into this or are you done?” He pulled me over to the side and asked me to clarify.
“I just want to know if you’re still into me. I mean if you’re not, it’s okay. I just want to know so I don’t bother you.”
“Well its just, not everyday. Are you looking for something more?”
“No.” (said a little too quickly)
“You should be. Why not? I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“I…”
“Why wouldn’t I be into it? You were tellin me to go inside like you didn’t want me around. And then you were talking to Peen so maybe you and him…”
“Peen? Noo”
Essentially, we clarified, in his half-baked and my half-drunken stupor, that both of us were being stupid and defensive. Then, as we started getting frisky (if I’m allowed to use that word without sounding over 50) he suggested that we go to his place right then.
What proceeded was amazingly intense sex. Amazing. I was that girl you hear outside a window moaning and gasping like an animal. I know it’s absurd but it was that great.
Forty minutes after the bar closed we were finished (or rather, I made us stop) and I, feeling like a crappy friend, found D and Peen at a taco stand waiting for me. But I didn’t feel bad for too long as they made out in the backseat of my car for the entire ride home.
Now that I’m sober and sore as hell, I’m wondering about Mexsh (Mexican Shortstop is too long to type repeatedly, sorry). It honestly had never occurred to me that he would want anything more than sex with me. Even though we spent that night cuddling and watching movies, I thought, again, he was being a gentleman and letting me feel like it wasn’t ALL about sex. But the way he talked last night made me realize he does want more, and he was actually a little hurt that I didn’t spend the night with him.
He called me this morning and will call me later to maybe hang out tonight (probably to clarify some things while sober). I guess in the meantime I’ll have to figure out how I feel about the whole thing.
With Alotta Love,
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