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...