Audi/Surfer bro just left.
Let me start with... a part of me is very surprised I like him as much as I do. The other part of me is like, "girl, you ain't blind - he is fucking HOT why wouldn't you??"
So he comes over for dinner, brings a bottle of wine, we sit down and immediately jump into easy, great conversation.
He explains his stint living in Hollywood when he tried to make it as an actor, the stories of working at the Beverly Hills Hotel bar, meeting celebs constantly, etc.
He is so engaging its enamoring. He is so fucking HOT it's distracting. Every word he says, I am eating up because he is such a strong conversationalist and lately, I've met one lame, one dimensional bruce after another.
DIMENSIONNNNNNNNN.
So we finish dinner, he is super appreciative and then we start kissing. Starts off on a bar stool, moves to him pushing me against the wall, then we slide past the wall into my bedroom.
Clothes start to fly, he picks me up and tosses me into my bed and it's game on.
The sex was legit (not the best I've ever had but damn good) - he is so affectionate, so many kisses, great with his hands, it's just gooooooood.
He is also wearing my absolute favorite cologne which he is shocked that I guess right on the first try. The scent is intoxicating, just like this attention.
We wrap up round 1 and snuggle in to chat.
He lost his dad to cancer and I ask how long ago that was...he says 20 years.
But wait....
He said his dad dying was his wake up moment to move to Hollywood...
But he went to college so if he is 35...his dad died at 15...so either he didn't finish HS or go to college OR he's not 35.
"You're doing some math, aren't you?"
"Waiting on you to clarify...."
"I might not be 35."
"Soooooo how old??"
"45. 46 next week."
Alright let me just say, people here DO NOT FUCKING AGE. This guy doesn't look a speck over 35 - my mind is boggled.
"When were you going to tell me the truth?"
"When you asked a question that led to it..."
"Why lie to begin with?"
"Well, my sister set up my online profile and said it wasn't a big deal...but I also don't want a girl in her 40's looking for husband or dad 2.0...."
"Well, do you want kids?"
"I am open to it."
"Uh uh, I've heard that before...you either wanna be a dad or no."
"With the right person, yeah it'd be great but..."
Theres a yellow flag...making a note...
"Well, you're lucky I don't care about age."
"I felt like you wouldn't, you'd care about the person."
So he tells me he has five siblings, tells me more about the journey, etc.
We have sex again, cuddle more, and then finally he departs.
The parts I don't like (even though I'm high off the sex...)
1. You lied to me about your age which is just stupid
2. He hasn't been in love in the past ten years
3. IDK if he can truly be vulnerable
4. He is out of town and I won't see him until the first weekend of August if we make it that far
5. He doesn't ask anything about me - he truly doesn't even know what I do for work
6. He admitted loving being the center of attention but it's still important to get to know the other person...maybe that will come with time?
I am not writing anything off - we have chemistry to the max and that counts for something but I am also not blindly letting the endorphins send me into a naive tailspin.
I'm signing off...let's see if he keeps in touch while he's away...
The rest is still unwritten...
xo xo,
Elle
Let me start with... a part of me is very surprised I like him as much as I do. The other part of me is like, "girl, you ain't blind - he is fucking HOT why wouldn't you??"
So he comes over for dinner, brings a bottle of wine, we sit down and immediately jump into easy, great conversation.
He explains his stint living in Hollywood when he tried to make it as an actor, the stories of working at the Beverly Hills Hotel bar, meeting celebs constantly, etc.
He is so engaging its enamoring. He is so fucking HOT it's distracting. Every word he says, I am eating up because he is such a strong conversationalist and lately, I've met one lame, one dimensional bruce after another.
DIMENSIONNNNNNNNN.
So we finish dinner, he is super appreciative and then we start kissing. Starts off on a bar stool, moves to him pushing me against the wall, then we slide past the wall into my bedroom.
Clothes start to fly, he picks me up and tosses me into my bed and it's game on.
The sex was legit (not the best I've ever had but damn good) - he is so affectionate, so many kisses, great with his hands, it's just gooooooood.
He is also wearing my absolute favorite cologne which he is shocked that I guess right on the first try. The scent is intoxicating, just like this attention.
We wrap up round 1 and snuggle in to chat.
He lost his dad to cancer and I ask how long ago that was...he says 20 years.
But wait....
He said his dad dying was his wake up moment to move to Hollywood...
But he went to college so if he is 35...his dad died at 15...so either he didn't finish HS or go to college OR he's not 35.
"You're doing some math, aren't you?"
"Waiting on you to clarify...."
"I might not be 35."
"Soooooo how old??"
"45. 46 next week."
Alright let me just say, people here DO NOT FUCKING AGE. This guy doesn't look a speck over 35 - my mind is boggled.
"When were you going to tell me the truth?"
"When you asked a question that led to it..."
"Why lie to begin with?"
"Well, my sister set up my online profile and said it wasn't a big deal...but I also don't want a girl in her 40's looking for husband or dad 2.0...."
"Well, do you want kids?"
"I am open to it."
"Uh uh, I've heard that before...you either wanna be a dad or no."
"With the right person, yeah it'd be great but..."
Theres a yellow flag...making a note...
"Well, you're lucky I don't care about age."
"I felt like you wouldn't, you'd care about the person."
So he tells me he has five siblings, tells me more about the journey, etc.
We have sex again, cuddle more, and then finally he departs.
The parts I don't like (even though I'm high off the sex...)
1. You lied to me about your age which is just stupid
2. He hasn't been in love in the past ten years
3. IDK if he can truly be vulnerable
4. He is out of town and I won't see him until the first weekend of August if we make it that far
5. He doesn't ask anything about me - he truly doesn't even know what I do for work
6. He admitted loving being the center of attention but it's still important to get to know the other person...maybe that will come with time?
I am not writing anything off - we have chemistry to the max and that counts for something but I am also not blindly letting the endorphins send me into a naive tailspin.
I'm signing off...let's see if he keeps in touch while he's away...
The rest is still unwritten...
xo xo,
Elle
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