Hello! Sorry for the delay is my posts. It was quite a busy weekend...kind of. I'd like to preface this post by saying that I know I'm a nutcase most of the time and that I most likely sabotage any decent relationships that come my way because I'm an awful prat but hey, I can only feel what I feel. So, here goes.
This weekend I went to CT to see Buddy. Again. This now makes it 3 weekends in a row that I have driven an hour and paid $14 in tolls to see him. He has asked me to come out next weekend as well to go to the Oyster Festival in his town. While that does sounds like happy rah rah fun, the fact that I have been going out there so much is starting to bother me. It would NOT bother me if I was going out there with a purpose, but I am not. He generally does not plan things for us to do and we end up just hanging out on his couch. I'm the first to admit...I sometimes have weekend ADD. So, sitting at home on the couch watching True Blood was fun...the first few times we did it. This weekend though...I started to get a little stir crazy. It was beautiful outside!!! Why were we being lazy bums!? To his credit, he did make reservations for dinner on Friday night at the Melting Pot so that was nice.
So, to recap the weekend. Drove out to CT Friday night. Went to dinner. Yummo. I like melted cheese and chocolate. Went over to Trader Joe's and picked up some random snack food stuff. Interesting place... Hung out, watched a movie, watched some true blood, went to bed around 1am. Had sex for a bit...and this is where shit gets weird.
Everytime we have had sex he has not gotten off. I asked him why this was...he said it was the condom. Ok...well, I've heard of that happening before. Fine. So, Friday night I broke my own rule and had sex without a condom. (I KNOW. STUPID.) I thought it was going great...I was certainly enjoying and it certainly seemed like he was too. Then all of a sudden he stops and says "let's take a break." umm...ok... and he proceeds to go down on me. WAHOO! love that. So what he really meant is I'M taking a break... So after that, he just stopped. Well, I wasn't going to be so easily put off...I started to give him a blow job. Great, I think. I'm good at this. At first he seems very into it. Then a few minutes later he tells me to stop. ummm...WHY?! So, I question him...what am I doing wrong? What do you want me to do? I'm sorry but it feels like I'm not doing my job he doesn't cum! It makes me feel like crappola! He says that sometimes he doesn't...and its not like he never has...he just doesn't. Ok...whatever...fine. So I started to feel a little funny about all this. I was already on edge because well, the relationship is new...the sex is new...he should be ripping my clothes off at all hours of the day AND night! What's the issue!!!
So, I went to bed completely frustrated and annoyed...but ready to give it some time.