Mr. T

To be completely honest, he wasn't as gorgeous as I'd always imagined.

Mr. T and I have been talking for almost four years now until we finally decided to meet last Saturday. Perhaps it was the fact that I spent such a long time picturing the most fabulous man to ever take interest in me...or maybe he was just charming. Whatever the case, I was instantly attracted to him. I even considered not allowing my best girl friend to meet him. Partially because that would take the covert operations feeling out of it but also, partly because I knew she wouldn't approve. (She met him. She didn't.)

Being the independent type gal I am though, I don't need a friend's approval to score. Mr. T was extremely smooth. I like a guy who at least pretends like he's comfortable around members of the opposite sex. He had a little more than just comfort though. It was borderline cockiness and as impractical as that quality is, it was intriguing. Especially considering he wasn't as hot as I'd always hoped. I think he knew he had something more to offer and I'm not really talking about his stunning personality. Don't get me wrong, he could carry on a pretty decent conversation compared to the fucktards you meet on a large university campus but I'm not sure that says much.

We got a hotel room and invited over some friends and beer. It was a nice little time. None of it is particularly important to this though.

What is most important was that Mr. T had something I had been missing. I consider myself a rather intense person about certain things and I like that feeling reciprocated every once in a while. And no, people who get worked up over missing their favorite TV show don't count as "intense." For all intents and purposes, at the risk of sounding like a typical woman, he was passionate. Mr. T fights (literally) for a living and if that isn't intense, I don't know what is.

Time to cut to the chase...

Mr. T had been with some broad for two years. This just so happened to be the two years we weren't really in communication because a girl like me is hard to resist. (hah) Anyways, Mr. T was just that, a man; incapable of actually giving a shit. Or so I hoped.

Within the first 10 minutes of actual sex, Mr. T declared he had to stop.

If you've ever had sex with a man or you are a man, you know this is weird behavior. I was pretty sure I hadn't scraped while giving him head or said anything too terribly disgusting. Anyways, there we were, laying next to each other, awkward as Hell.

Now is when the funny shit starts to happen.

When I ask what's wrong, Mr. T says something along the lines of "you're the first girl I've been inside since my ex." Hot damn. Talk about a turn on. No man has ever killed a mood quite like that one. And it was a hard mood to kill. Like I said...I was imagining him much hotter and he was totally into me. Or so I thought.

Anyways, it was at this point in time that I began to realize men have hang ups. When I gently pointed out to him that it was rather unfair of him to bring past bullshit into the sack with me, he got pretty defensive. I kind of laid there while he attempted to explain for entirely too long. I put up a bit of a fight at first, stressing that there must be some underlying shit going on if he was having sex with someone new for the first time in over a year and was, seemingly, upset. Then I remembered that men have much bigger egos than women so I resigned to silence.

After he explained himself for about twenty minutes, he apologized and said I was justified in being upset with his bad behavior. I think he made up for it later.




A huge thank you to the men who never hesitate.


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