Since we last spoke I've had two awesome dates with Antonio. Incase you forgot he's... 30, Italian, patent lawyer, 5'9, supremely sarcastic, from Seattle, tinderfella (who super liked me BTW) anddddddd has the biggest you know what I've ever seen.
Unlike Cyrus who was a small fella with a small-ish package, Antonio is packing the heat and is a stellar kisser.
(If this post isn't proof that sex turns your mind to mush, idk what is)
So we went to dinner last Wednesday. Italian spot that was super cozy. We talked about lots of things that I won't bore you with and the night ended with him pushing me up against a brick wall, kissing me until my uber arrived. Whew, butttttterflies.
Date 3: Saturday night. He texted me on Thanksgiving and said if I was free at all this weekend to let him know. After recovering from post Thanksgiving obesity I decided Saturday would be sufficient. I kinda assumed my clothes would come off and I didn't want to feel gigantic on a Black Friday date. (real talk)
So he came over to my place, had some leftovers + a cocktail and we went to the zoo. It's decorated for Christmas right now so it was pretty cute. Then we walked from the zoo to a bar, had a few drinks, talked, kissed, held hands and stared at each other with googly eyes.
Finally, we decide to head back to his place. He opened a bottle of wine, lit the fireplace, started kissing me, clothes started falling off, we stumble to his bedroom and boom, insanely good sex. For a first time...DAMN is all I have to say. IDK how post XF I keep lucking out with amazing sex on the first try BUT I am nottttt mad about it. When you stop placing restrictions on what you can and cannot do, when you stop labeling yourself a slut for enjoying your youth, your bangin body and your sex appeal THAT is when you can really start to enjoy life.
I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about the fact that I've slept with a few guys since XF. I really just don't.
I used to though.
I can understand the mindset and that is why I urge everyone to let it go. You aren't chronicling your sexual experiences on a blog like me SO you really don't have anyone who will judge you besides YOU. Go live your life. You'll never be younger than you are today and you likely will never be more attractive than you are now.
TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT!!!!!
When you're old and grey, you'll want to remember the fun, crazy, shit you did. You won't look back regretting things (unless you don't use condoms then you very well might)
Okay, okay, back on track. So we had sex four times, passed out cuddled (which was pretty cute/unusual tbh), woke up, & did it all again. He invited me to be his date for his work holiday party...helllllloooo black tie affair aka everything I live for. Sadly, I am in Dallas that weekend so I can't make it. :( Wishing I could switch my flight butttttt everything is booked so there's no changing it up now. womp, wompppp.
He's headed out of town Thursday so I hope we see each other Wednesday...Fingers crossed...I am trying to keep my head straight because I know.... 1. sex messes with your mind 2. I lost Cyrus after date 4 and I didn't expect that 3. the cool girl wins the game, the clingy/eager beaver doesn't 4. I can't put all my eggs in one basket 5. If I'm a little unavailable, he will only want me more
So there you have it peeps. Definitely wasn't expecting to really like him but I do. He's great, he's cute, he's smart and he's funny.
No major downfalls yet...