Chicken Soup for the Slut.

Whew its been a while.  The Holidays are throwing me all around every which direction.  Anywho...
Had an interesting experience last week.  So I went out with LegalAid a handful of times...not very eventful, but a cool sexy guy.  So he goes on to tell me he is sick, and I tell him that he needs some of my homemade soup for a cure.  To my surprise, he accepts my offer.  Hey, why not?  Its cute...

So I arrive at his condo with some hot soup and a bottle of wine.  He hands me a glass and he enjoys the soup.  We watch a movie, as I polish off the entire bottle by myself (oops).  I mean, I needed some kind of entertainment other than the crappy B-list movie.  I was hoping for some cuddle time, however he was pretty distant and I didn't even feel up to initiating anything.  We had a nice passionate kiss...and well that was about it.
He turns to me and says..."well young lady, its just about my bed time."

Yep, thats bad.  Micheal Jackson bad.
Never in my life...
Ok, so there was no sparks.  No nada.  What happened?  I thought it was all good!  I was pissed.  I wanted a refund on my childcare fees for the night.  Ah, live and learn.

I spoke to him the next day online.  I'm bold, and tell him I'm disappointed that he is not into cuddling.  His reply? "Eh, cuddling is ok, but I prefer rolling around,  Naked.  Sex."

Interesting.  The guy must have thought I just roll like 'that drunk girl' as in get nice and sloshed and jump on da dick.  I got the nice n sloshed part down...but I wont just run the next part like that.  Very interesting...