He was thirty-five and I twenty-two, leaving a teenaged gap between us. His resume also included three children and an ex-wife, but there was just something about him. It might have had something to do with the fact that he was absolutely sexy, in that rugged, bad boy way. The eleven tattoos, including a seductive sun around his naval which always got a kiss from me, were a definite plus.
We dallied together for eight and a half months, the longest "whatever" I'd ever known, even to this day. We weren't "together," but we weren't "together" together. It's hard to summarize our relationship, due to both it's length and complexity, and I don't know that I want to even try. But I must have made some sort of impression, as I'm the subject of one of his band's most popular songs.
However ambiguous, there are a few firsts that he is responsible for. That is one thing that he was most definitely good at; it was his goal to have me try new things, and not always to sate his own personal desires. It was an art form, the gentle way he'd coax me into new positions, trying cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, even anal.
Things ended when he started seeing someone "seriously," though my youth and tightness continued to tempt him.
Body: 8 Cock: 10 Sex: 10 Douche Factor: 7
The Kid (302):It wasn't random sex though, it was almost a relationship, built on lies and sex.
It's always slightly funny, and irritating, when a text from last night fits one's life. This is not the first, nor the last I predict. I've been dreading having to write this description, trying to summarize what has probably been the most tumultuous non-relationship relationship I've ever had. But it is time, and must be done. To shed this heavy baggage.
In the course of our "honesty exchange," I have come to terms with what he and I had. As just admitted by he himself, we were dating, without actually dating. We were exclusive, at times; talked to each other for the same of talking to one another; missed each other and shared our longings; and talked about the future.
Things eventually came to a head however, as all things must. The distance was too much an obstacle, we had separate lives and were hesitant to introduce one another into them. My fault actually, as I once told him that I didn't want to have to explain him. From there we sort of devolved into each others' dirty secrets.
After a fight, resembling that of a couple's, we took a "break," and stepped back to the "just friends" stage, though we were never really there to begin with. "Space" I have found is guy speak for "I want to break up with you but don't have the balls, so I'm going to piss you off so that you'll do it for me." And piss me off he did. That was a thing with us. When we saw each other, we were great. But when we were apart, when we could not talk face to face, read each other, we were quick to anger. "Same text, different day" he would say.
We saw each other twice in December, with me finally receiving an invitation to his place. His roommates were out of town of course. It was easy; comfortable. Though we had fought ferociously, there was no denying our connection. The Kid and I have an amazing chemistry, an intense passion. We are two who cannot keep their hands off each other when in the same room. He remains to this day, the best sex I have ever had. Each meeting he'd pull me into a bear hug, his forehead against mine as we held each other, making up for lost time. But then, with that first kiss, a fire would ignite.
By January I had reached the end of my rope, tired of being strung along when I was clearly not the only one. I issued my goodbye, and in typical Kid fashion, he protested that I was writing him off for no good reason. I had my reasons, as he very well knows, but I did just that. Deleted his e-mail, phone number, and blocked him on facebook. I didn't want to know of him, to feel his presence. I slipped however, on Valentine's Day, admitting I missed him. We talked throughout the day, reminiscing, until I logged on to facebook and saw his new relationship status.
He texted me two weeks later, in the middle of the night. I no longer had his number stored in my phone but recognized the area code and could guess its owner based on the content. He wanted me to know that he and Rachael and broken up. To tell me so that I would know that it wasn't me, but that he didn't really want a relationship, as he had proclaimed so long ago.
From that night we began a vicious cycle: talking, fighting, making-up, talking, trying to see one another, fighting again. This time a new twist, apparently I had betrayed him to Rachael, befriending her on facebook and revealing messages. Trouble was I had never talked to the damn girl in my life. Ugh he brings such drama into my life. It didn't last long however, as he was soon in a new relationship. Claire, how freely he uses her name. He doesn't know that it still hurts.
Throughout it all, he has demanded so much of me and given so little. Asking for names and details during our honesty exchange, but refusing to provide any of his own. Belittling me for choosing to engage in casual sex, as it is never ok to have more than one person like that in your life, only for me to discover that he was not only cheating on me with Rachael, but an unnamed mystery slut as well. Even now as we speak, he is free to detail his sex life with Claire, but becomes jealous when I mention Hot Mess. How could I want him when I already had Hot Mess? What he fails to admit was that he was cultivating a relationship with Claire at the same time. He never takes any responsibility, refusing to admit that he may be guilty in any way.
And yet, if I could, I would :(
Body: 5 Cock: 5 Sex: 10 Douche Factor: 8
