Last night took a turn that I definitely was not expecting. (This will be a bit of a longer post so prepare yourself.)
Around 3pm I get a text from Antonio, "Hey! How was your weekend? I am hopping on a plane now, are you already in Dallas?"
Lemme let you wait this one out.
I reply at 6pm, "Hey weekend was great, Dallas is Friday."
Instant reply: "Any nights free before you go?"
Elle: "Tonight and tomorrow."
Antonio: "I have to see a friend at 8:30 real quick but can meet you in your neighborhood after, around 9:30?"
Let the overanalysis begin...
A. It's good he just landed and wants to see me B. He definitely wants sex C. 9:30pm is kind of a bootycall D. Do I care? E. I don't want to go out for drinks (it's monday), but inviting him over sends the wrong message, right? F. You can read the rest yourselves
Fast forward - he shows up at my door while I am facetiming with XF. FUCK, I slam my phone down and run to my door.
I am all sorts of nerves. Right before he came over I obviously cleaned my room because I'm not dumb enough to think I'll resist hooking up with him, especially because we didn't see each other last week. I text a few of my friends for advice, "is this a bootycall? should I be mad?!"
Lastly, I consult Siri. "Siri, how long should you wait to have sex?" First article, Elle.com (love that damn magazine) -- verdict is 3.54 dates. Well, we hit a solid 3rd date so that's good? This isn't a date but it's the 4th time we are seeing each other and we already hooked up so it's not like we are going to backtrack and just not do the damn thing...
Other stats from the article: after date six, you discuss not swiping on others
after date nine, it's official/time to have that chat
Back to reality - he walks in wearing his motorcycle jacket, helmet in hand. Damn, that's pretty hot...
We sit on the couch, catch up for an hour, kiss once or twice and just hangout. I tell him my happy news that I am now 5'7 1/2. I was 5'6 last time I went to the doctor so this is huge news. His response was hilarious. "Wait, that's not fair first of all. How did you do it? Can you teach me? Do you have plans to grow more because if you surpass me then your heel collection is going to get dusty and from past experience, girls choose their heels over me."
Then he makes me stand up to look at our reflection in the window. "Okay, okay I am still a decent amount taller. Just don't go adding more inches, please."
Then he grabs me and we start kissing. He pushes me onto the couch, wraps my legs around him and picks me up. Slams me against the wall while holding me up kissing, then stumbles backwards into my room, and throws me on the bed. You can imagine what happens next and whew, was it GOOD.
We spend the next two hours lying around naked talking. I ask him what his first impression of me was.
"You didn't seem too invested. Kinda just dipping your toe in the water...You were sweet and hot which is a good combination, mostly I get hot but bitchy. You also didn't come across as eager in anyway. (thank GOD) You definitely didn't strike me as the sex Goddess you are, that's for damn sure."
"What about me?"
"Well, you seemed pleasantly surprised not to hate me which is pretty much how most of my dates are. Zero expectation situations."
"Yeah, that's how society has trained us to be. Can't get your hopes for anything anymore."
Then we hook up again and thennnnn we discuss dating apps.
"Are you on bumble?"
"Yeah, I am. To be honest though, I prefer the more traditional gender roles, I like to be in charge, I don't want a girl asking me out."
"Yeah, you couldn't pay me to use that app. I don't chase guys, they chase me. I am a firm believer in that gender role."
"I do love chasing...but I also love catching." (leans in and starts kissing me.)
"Hey, nothing has been caught yet...don't count your eggs before they've hatched..."
"No, don't misconstrue what I said..."
"Ha, got you flustered again. I'm getting good at this."
Sigh, "Yes, you really are good this. You're a clever girl, you keep me on my toes."
Thennnnnn we hook up again. (Last time, promise)
Afterwards, we see its 12:30am. He tells me he wants to cuddle for a few minutes before he leaves me alone. We cuddle, we talk, we kiss and he tells me how hard I'm making it for him to leave my bed. All good signs.
We discussed stupid little things. He asked if he can add me on snapchat or if it's "too soon" -- I laughed and replied, we've already had sex and I think that's more personal than snapchat so add away.
OH and I asked how much of him coming over was wanting sex v. wanting to see me. He said if it was just about the sex, the text would've read, "hey I am back in town, wanna come hang at my place?"
I said that text would've gotten swiftly ignored and you would've been ghosted HARD. He said he figured and that his motivation to see me was 50/50. Atleast that's honest?
He then asked me what my ratio was. I said, that's for me to know and you to never find out. Once again he goes, damn - you are really good at getting me to talk. At one point while discussing his family (he has 8 siblings) he stopped and said, "wow, I don't really open up like this normally..."
ALSO a very good sign.
At another point in the night I commented that it seems he doesn't give a shit about much of anything. He paused, pulled me into his chest and said, "It's just the opposite. I give a shit about everything but I pretend hard not to."
As he was getting dressed he mentioned how nice it was to have really fun sex with someone as hot as me, "nothing average about you, Elle."
As I walked him to the door, he kissed me three times, said he'll see me next week at the gala.
SO for this being a semi-bootycall situation it surely felt better than just that...I still don't really know where that leaves things though? I plan to look insanely hot next Wednesday at the gala and make it really hard for him to imagine finding an overall better match.
Dating takes time, time he doesn't have. When taking new girls on dates, most of the time you'll be comparing them to the girl you're already talking to and I am hoping none of the others will compare.
At the end of the day, if this is meant to work out -- it is going to. I can analyze things to death but it won't change the outcome.
So here's to me chilling the fuck out, enjoying my weekend in Dallas and seeing where this goes.
(Not gonna lie, I am hoping for the best)
xo xo,
Elle
Around 3pm I get a text from Antonio, "Hey! How was your weekend? I am hopping on a plane now, are you already in Dallas?"
Lemme let you wait this one out.
I reply at 6pm, "Hey weekend was great, Dallas is Friday."
Instant reply: "Any nights free before you go?"
Elle: "Tonight and tomorrow."
Antonio: "I have to see a friend at 8:30 real quick but can meet you in your neighborhood after, around 9:30?"
Let the overanalysis begin...
A. It's good he just landed and wants to see me B. He definitely wants sex C. 9:30pm is kind of a bootycall D. Do I care? E. I don't want to go out for drinks (it's monday), but inviting him over sends the wrong message, right? F. You can read the rest yourselves
Fast forward - he shows up at my door while I am facetiming with XF. FUCK, I slam my phone down and run to my door.
I am all sorts of nerves. Right before he came over I obviously cleaned my room because I'm not dumb enough to think I'll resist hooking up with him, especially because we didn't see each other last week. I text a few of my friends for advice, "is this a bootycall? should I be mad?!"
Lastly, I consult Siri. "Siri, how long should you wait to have sex?" First article, Elle.com (love that damn magazine) -- verdict is 3.54 dates. Well, we hit a solid 3rd date so that's good? This isn't a date but it's the 4th time we are seeing each other and we already hooked up so it's not like we are going to backtrack and just not do the damn thing...
Other stats from the article: after date six, you discuss not swiping on others
after date nine, it's official/time to have that chat
Back to reality - he walks in wearing his motorcycle jacket, helmet in hand. Damn, that's pretty hot...
We sit on the couch, catch up for an hour, kiss once or twice and just hangout. I tell him my happy news that I am now 5'7 1/2. I was 5'6 last time I went to the doctor so this is huge news. His response was hilarious. "Wait, that's not fair first of all. How did you do it? Can you teach me? Do you have plans to grow more because if you surpass me then your heel collection is going to get dusty and from past experience, girls choose their heels over me."
Then he makes me stand up to look at our reflection in the window. "Okay, okay I am still a decent amount taller. Just don't go adding more inches, please."
Then he grabs me and we start kissing. He pushes me onto the couch, wraps my legs around him and picks me up. Slams me against the wall while holding me up kissing, then stumbles backwards into my room, and throws me on the bed. You can imagine what happens next and whew, was it GOOD.
We spend the next two hours lying around naked talking. I ask him what his first impression of me was.
"You didn't seem too invested. Kinda just dipping your toe in the water...You were sweet and hot which is a good combination, mostly I get hot but bitchy. You also didn't come across as eager in anyway. (thank GOD) You definitely didn't strike me as the sex Goddess you are, that's for damn sure."
"What about me?"
"Well, you seemed pleasantly surprised not to hate me which is pretty much how most of my dates are. Zero expectation situations."
"Yeah, that's how society has trained us to be. Can't get your hopes for anything anymore."
Then we hook up again and thennnnn we discuss dating apps.
"Are you on bumble?"
"Yeah, I am. To be honest though, I prefer the more traditional gender roles, I like to be in charge, I don't want a girl asking me out."
"Yeah, you couldn't pay me to use that app. I don't chase guys, they chase me. I am a firm believer in that gender role."
"I do love chasing...but I also love catching." (leans in and starts kissing me.)
"Hey, nothing has been caught yet...don't count your eggs before they've hatched..."
"No, don't misconstrue what I said..."
"Ha, got you flustered again. I'm getting good at this."
Sigh, "Yes, you really are good this. You're a clever girl, you keep me on my toes."
Thennnnnn we hook up again. (Last time, promise)
Afterwards, we see its 12:30am. He tells me he wants to cuddle for a few minutes before he leaves me alone. We cuddle, we talk, we kiss and he tells me how hard I'm making it for him to leave my bed. All good signs.
We discussed stupid little things. He asked if he can add me on snapchat or if it's "too soon" -- I laughed and replied, we've already had sex and I think that's more personal than snapchat so add away.
OH and I asked how much of him coming over was wanting sex v. wanting to see me. He said if it was just about the sex, the text would've read, "hey I am back in town, wanna come hang at my place?"
I said that text would've gotten swiftly ignored and you would've been ghosted HARD. He said he figured and that his motivation to see me was 50/50. Atleast that's honest?
He then asked me what my ratio was. I said, that's for me to know and you to never find out. Once again he goes, damn - you are really good at getting me to talk. At one point while discussing his family (he has 8 siblings) he stopped and said, "wow, I don't really open up like this normally..."
ALSO a very good sign.
At another point in the night I commented that it seems he doesn't give a shit about much of anything. He paused, pulled me into his chest and said, "It's just the opposite. I give a shit about everything but I pretend hard not to."
As he was getting dressed he mentioned how nice it was to have really fun sex with someone as hot as me, "nothing average about you, Elle."
As I walked him to the door, he kissed me three times, said he'll see me next week at the gala.
SO for this being a semi-bootycall situation it surely felt better than just that...I still don't really know where that leaves things though? I plan to look insanely hot next Wednesday at the gala and make it really hard for him to imagine finding an overall better match.
Dating takes time, time he doesn't have. When taking new girls on dates, most of the time you'll be comparing them to the girl you're already talking to and I am hoping none of the others will compare.
At the end of the day, if this is meant to work out -- it is going to. I can analyze things to death but it won't change the outcome.
So here's to me chilling the fuck out, enjoying my weekend in Dallas and seeing where this goes.
(Not gonna lie, I am hoping for the best)
xo xo,
Elle
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