Stupid Hookups: Dark Temptation

I’m filled with a moderate amount of regret this morning from last night’s adventures.  Well, it’s not quite regret, but very close to it.

Yesterday evening my dance group had our first meeting in about a month and a half.  As aforemetioned, one of those company members, Dark Temptation (named for his consistent odor of Axe’s Irresistable Chocolate Dark Temptation)and I, were having an affair throughout the timespan of the show.  However, the last time we’d seen each other was at his party (which, by the way, he failed to invite me to), where he basically tried to pawn me off to one of his roommates who he’d caught me kissing one night (but that was IT). 

After that I was finished trying to make anything else happen, not to mention that him having a girlfriend made me less inclined to pursue him.  But I won’t lie, the sex was pretty fantastic and it was difficult not to go for his… Dark Temptation.

Fast forward to last night – after the meeting, we find ourselves at a hangout we both frequent with a group of mutual friends.  I semi-conciously avoided him the whole night, sticking to the dance floor (the main reason why I came) while he played billiards and schmoozed at the bar.  My phone had died up in the Hollywood Hills at our meeting (where there is absolutely no service – what the hell is that about?) so it was pretty easy to let myself just do my own thing. 

But naturally, everyone found their way out to the patio for a smoke – and because my luck is the way it is, I found myself alone with him out there.  Apparently he’d texted me asking me if I drove, and I told him yes but that I had friends to take home.  He then proceeded to do a subpar job of wooing me and luring me over to his place, and yet I still told him I would come over.

Why I didn’t just roll my neck and say, “Excuuuuse me mothafucka but weren’tchoo jus tryinta hook me up wit’cho frieeeend?” I don’t know.  But once my friends decided to leave, he gave me his house keys and I took the crew home, and made my way back to his place. 

I guess what ultimately annoys me about the whole thing is that the sex was just not that great.  He rushed through foreplay, which is KEY for my experience, and just wasn’t playing with it enough.  Part of my unsatisfaction, admittedly, was my own fault.  I wasn’t fully in it – the committment just wasn’t there.  But I have a strong feeling it was much better for him than it was for me.

Part of me thinks my inclination to sex him comes from being used to not having anyone to satisfy that need.  He came along and was just so great at it I’ve wanted to keep him around as a potential booty call.  But now - meh – I think I’m over it.

With Alotta Love,

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