COoper

There are some lessons I don't learn.

In my last post I discussed a man in uniform who had nothing to offer in the bedroom aside from whatever I could manage to make up in my mind.

That didn’t deter me from finding a new man who wore a uniform for a living.

We met up at the bar and he was cute. Not hot, just ridiculously cute. Finding out he wore a uniform for a living had its usual effect; I was instantly attracted to him. I don’t know how many drinks into our night we discovered we both had a love for the green (and I don’t mean money), but it became clear we had to enjoy this together. COoper opened doors. And not just the door to the bar…the car door too. Talk about impressive.

Eventually we ended up at his house and wearing our green sweaters.

Realizing I was entirely too messed up to attempt to drive home right then, he suggested we crash in his bed for a little while. I was asleep in like ten minutes. The nervousness cute boys instill never ceases to amaze me and my coping mechanism is always to drink too much. Someday I’ll learn, I swear.

After sleeping off my drunkenness, we started talking and, eventually, started messing around. In a lame attempt to change my ways, I told him if we had sex and it wasn’t phenomenal, I’d lose interest and he wouldn’t hear from me again. (If only I could keep my promises…but that story comes later). I held him off for quite a while. Having never had much self-restraint in this department, it only takes a bit of time for an attractive guy to succeed. Some people consider this to be promiscuous, I consider these people to be miserable in their sexual exploits. Anyways…

Whatever sex wasn’t with Raza, it was with COoper. How COoper managed to be rougher than Raz with only a tenth of his experience and half his size, I will never know. It was quick. There wasn’t much foreplay but the sex was hot as hell. Luckily for him, he heard from me again.

When you just grab a few drinks too many and bang someone, there isn’t much time to decide if you’re more than physically compatible. Perhaps that was a mistake. Perhaps seeing him a second and third time were the real mistakes.

The third time we hung out, the sex was quick but enjoyable as usual. What wasn’t usual is what he asked me after the sex was over.

“You voted for Obama didn’t you?”

Who the fuck wants to discuss politics after sex? Knowing COoper had done a few stints in the military and now did what he did for a living, I knew we saw things very, very, very differently. I told him I didn’t think that was something we needed to discuss but he pressed on… "So you did vote for Obama?”

There are certain things you don’t get me talking about or else you’ll seriously regret it, no matter whether our opinions align. Unfortunately for COoper, our opinions couldn’t have been more opposite. After stating Bush had secured a place in heaven and Obama was the anti-Christ, COoper went on to call me un-American and stupid!

I got out of bed, put my clothes on and walked out of his house. I haven’t heard from him since.




finish.

And at the end of the day, we still have a black president. :)