Indy Boy

This one was as gorgeous as I'd imagined. And even more fun than I'd thought possible. You know, usually those good looking types are dumb, dull, disinterested...some other undesirable d-adjective. Not this one. We went out and about for a few months before things went unfortunately sour.

Those few months were a bit of an up and down for me. He was from out of state so I was usually something to keep him entertained when work brought him to the area. I would love to brag about him coming to pick me up in a suit and tie...that his business career was what kept him traveling between two cities all week but that's a lie. His profession was equally attractive I suppose though -- a construction worker of some sort.

I should note the fact I don't really know what he does/did is indicative of our relationship in general. I knew nothing about his life or situation outside of the way it appeared when we were hanging out. It was kinda nice not to have to worry about getting all personal and concerned with each other's lives. Some people find this particularly unsavory, being involved with someone you do not know very well. I, however, find it particularly convenient. He was who he said he was when he was in town. For all I knew/cared, he had a wife and kids back home. So long as the Mrs. never showed up on my doorstep demanding answers, I wasn't particularly concerned.

The first time we got down to it, I was absolutely smashed. It was a horrible idea to get this drunk and attempt to have sex with someone for the first time. Luckily, I think we were both about equally wasted so perhaps he doesn't remember the horrific events that took place that night. Whatever happened though must not have been enough to deter him though...as I said, we went out for a few months.

The next memorable moment in our sex lives was the night we decided to utilize the balcony I enjoy which overlooks the city. It was a wee bit cold but, as usual with this man, the alcohol did some good and allowed me to forget about the chilly weather. One of my sexiest moments happened that night. In my excitement to be railed over the rail of my balcony, I opened the glass door and failed to notice the screen door. Nothing is hotter than running into a screen door full force while completely naked. Luckily for me, he found this more entertaining than disgusting and the balcony scene went swimmingly.

The last time we got down to it, I was absolutely smashed again. It was a horrible idea to get this drunk and attempt to have sex with someone who I hadn't had sex with for quite some time (maybe a month or so). Between our final meeting and the time before that, I had managed to begin seeing someone else somewhat seriously so seeing this other man was a bit of a bad decision, to say the least. Not only did Indy catch on to the fact something was wrong with me (I probably wasn't as into it as usual) but he performed so horribly I never wanted to see him again. During the 30 minutes I allowed him flounder miserably, he asked to put it in my ass at least 3 times. The last time I said "I think you should just leave."

So I kicked a drunk man out of bed...it's not the worst thing a girl's ever done.



In a week or two, he informed me his work would no longer bring him to my neck of the woods. Although I was somewhat bummed to hear this, based on our last night together, it was undoubtedly for the best.

finish. or perhaps not in this case. ;)