WTF Was that?

So after the chicken soup incident, I had no expectations of creating anything special with the law-ya.  I mean, after the first two dates, decent email/text/face to face conversations, and very obvious sparks with the first kiss...the being sent home thing was pretty much all I needed to know.

However, the madness of the holidays only stretched out the inevitable, and he had obvious intentions of getting it poppin, one way or another.  We began to text more regularly and exchanged some pics.  Wow.  Thats all I gotta say.

A little more backround... this guys is A-1 specimen.  He can respect my hustle and struggle as a single mom.  He was raised very similar to how I'm raising my boys.  He clocked basketball scholarships that got him up and out...made it through law school...got him a trophy wife...made some babies...and is now young, sexy and single...and now considering going conquering medical school.  Score.

After the pic exchange, I decided wow, I really want that.  His body was cut.  His bald head smooth.  His long shafted penis gleaming in the token iphone mirror pic that graced my cell screen in my dark, warm bed was very pleasing to the eyes.  I enjoyed...immensely.

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...

Pretty pointless.

Well, the week has been pretty stressful and busy, so this will be an aimless post just to pass some time.  I am currently working on a piece with some more substance...but haven't gotten very far as of yet.  Anywho...
Assclown has attempting to be social lately...with the "i just wanted to say hi" texts.  I can't help but feel that is so phony and pointless.  I am soooo past considering what we have is anything more than fuck buddy status...so its like dude-just hit me up when you are asking to come over.
Assclown hits me up Friday "What are you doing tonight?"
I hardly think that is any of his effin business!

Me: I don't have any plans yet.
AC:  I would love to do something with you tonight.
Me: Oh yeah, like what?
AC: Idk movies maybe,  it will have to be late night b/c I have the kids.
Me: Ok, thats possible.  How late is late?  Also, I would like to be upfront with you.  I had a procedure yesterday and can not have sex for a week.  I won't be mad if you dont want to chill, just keep it 100.
AC: What happened?  Are you Ok?
Me:  I had a biopsy, so if I don't have cancer, Im ok.  So are we hanging out tonight or not?

No reply for about an hour...

AC:  Oh shit, I forgot I have a family party in DC tonight, but maybe I'll leave early.

WHAT A FUCKIN DOUCHE!!!  THE POOR MAN CANT EVEN KEEP IT REAL!
WOMP FUCKIN WOMP



He is seriously not capable of just keeping it real.  I am realistic in the fact that all we really share is good sex, and that is the only thing I am ok with.  Why does he have to justify it more to himself and be phony to me?  I saw him the next day at a football event.  Our sons play in the same league.  We said hi, said bye and that was about it.  But why does seeing him bring forth thoughts about him?? That idea makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit.  He later told me that seeing me out and about made him "tingle."  He said his friend noticed his ancyness and asked who I was, and if he could find out.  He told him, "yeah, remember my outta town trips to see a girl..."  His friend replies "yeah, I would go there for that too.  Nice."  Thank ya very much.

  A friend and I went out for dinner and some drinks afterwards. I was such a downer, because I couldn't help but obsess on the fact that I was going home to an empty house.  I was upset with myself for getting a babysitter for the night simply because we had discussed possibly getting together later that evening. During a moment of weakness, I text him with a simple "yo".
He replied with "I cant do anything tonight.  Sorry"  Hmph.

On a side note...I went out with LegalAid early on in the week for some drinks and convo.  He invited me back to his place for a drink and I hesitantly accepted.   During the short ride to his house, I chanted to myself.  Be a lady, do not sex him, be a lady do not sex him.  It was actually really nice.  I didnt feel pressured at all.  We went as far as a nice kiss.  And it was super nice, I mean perfect rhythm, depth ect.  I was giddy like a freakin school girl.  I couldn't help but imagine that if a first kiss was that good, how great could other things be? 
His apartment was nicely appointed and spotless despite having young kids at home.  I used the bathroom through the master suite, and had a chance to be a little nosy.  Jacuzzi, check.  Closet? Business attired arranged according to color.  No trace of  female inhabitants.  Bed made, and looking super comphy.  I must have had a smirk on my face when I came out cuz he asked me what was on my mind.  The tipsiness we were both experiencing surely added to apparent sexual tension that was almost thick enough to be carved with a knife.  We ended the evening with discussing when we could get together again.  He said "you have my number, use it."  Hmm...
I took a chance later in the week on Thursday and asked if he'd like to do something.  He said that he had a real limited window of availability, so I told him to give me a call next week if he'd like to get into something.

LA:  Will do, have a nice weekend.
Me:  I sure will, you too.

So Friday comes around...and he texts me out of the blue..."Have a nice weekend."  I have a problem taking this at face value.  To me, it kinda says "dont call or text me this weekend," which I don't do anyway.  Could it simply be wishes to enjoy my weekend?  Maybe I am biased...I frequently come across losers who are unavailable.  I guess...time will tell.  What do you think?