Benn G., my sweet 27 year old

10 Sep

bennMind you I’m 35 now, so I have no business messing with this boy. BUT Benn G was the really cute 27 year old that I went on all these NYC dates with. Central Park picnic, baking cookies, mini golf on the pier, Happy hours, Street meat. All so fun. I really enjoyed this guys company and by date 6 all of my girlfriends were pressuring me to give up some goods. At this point I had been back to his apartment twice for a heavier make out sessions, but stopped them each time. I did touch his dick once and it was surprisingly large and perfect. I’m pretty easy to please (physically) unlike most girls so size has never really mattered much to me with guys. Still a nice surprise considering he was on the slender side, muscular, but a little tall and lanky.

I got weirded out by this guys somewhat freak side. He carried cufflinks keys on his keychain and would always say how hot it is to put them on a girl during sex. I would joke…please romance me more, then change the topic. So weird! He was really good looking so I tolerated it.

Anyway date 7 rolls around and I invite him over to my place for dinner. He had earlier said he would bring wine. I slave over the kitchen and spend about $100 on groceries making skirt steak and crabcakes from scratch for him with roasted potatoes on the side. I made a bowl of fruit for desert. He comes over empty handed, so I say I don’t think so go across the street and buy us some wine. I knew that night was going to either be great or awful and I at least wanted to know he bought me something. I’m pretty sure I had shaved and prepped all areas full on thinking I was going to have sex with this guys after dinner. I knew beforehand I was going to have some kind of conversation with him if he was seeing anyone else because that’s obviously a no go for me.

I’m a gamer and have an original nintendo and xbox at my place, so we play some old school mario and then decide to get busy. We outgrow the couch and move to my bedroom. I ask him in so many ways if he is seeing anyone and matter of factly he says “oh that’s one thing I’m absolutely not wiling to do. Not going to be exclusive with anyone” I think I was stunned and disgusted at the same time, but kissed him and said well I absolutely cannot sleep with you then. Not going to lie it got a little awkward. I’m straddling him with my dress over my hips and thinking how the fuck do I get off him without being incredibly rude. We actually kissed a few more times because my vag and brain were having a ferocious hateful debate that my brain ultimately won.

I kinda rolled off him and told him I really liked him and I’ll probably make out with him again, but I can’t do this. He laughed and said he really liked me too. He left my apartment shortly after that. I was sad and disappointed, but what was I thinking with a 27 year old anyway?!

I had no desire to text or follow up with him and genuinely felt like a dodged a bullet yet again, but my vag was still really f’ing pissed. Weeks if not a month goes by. I distract myself with Matt S., the British Rugby player and a slew of other usless guys in the meantime.

I invite him and a bunch of people to a group happy hour and he surprises me and shows up.  A lot of people showed up and I had a new guy there I was loosely interested in. Same flirtation started we took turns buying rounds for eachother and then he ferociously made out with me as soon as we walked out of the bar. He was totally trying to kiss my boobs in the cab and I was like slow down. It was HOT though! He does this really weird thing with his tongue though that I hate. Ick!

Anyway we arrive at the next spot a guy friends bday party at Empire hotel. Was kinda a ghetto weird crowd, but good music, so whatever. Benn buys me a drink which I love because he’s so cheap. He’s acting all coupley with me then these girls walk by, not cute mind you, but probably closer to his age, say 30. He’s like hey nice seeing you guys you are so and so right. He proceeds to totally ditch me the rest of the night, which I hardly noticed because I was talking to a bunch of other people at the bday party, but after about an hour I’m like wtf. He walks by me and apologizes saying the girl might be helping him get a job. I don’t really believe it, but I don’t really care either because again he’s 27 and this is stupid. He’s just really cute. Ugh fml!

So I’ve scheduled yet another happy hour again tomorrow that he’s responded that he “maybe” going to on facebook. Maybe he’ll surprise me again and show up and we’ll ferociously make out again. Maybe not. After hanging with all these cheating guys he seems like a breath of fresh air that was at least honest with me. Is this what it’s come down to ladies of NYC? The cheating guys or the guys that just want no strings attached sex? I’m not buying either option, but it makes me sad that as a woman I have no one to be with physically. Makes me kinda want to cry though. I want nothing more than to have a man in my life, but they don’t exist here. Just stupid boy players that are even in their 40s. I feel like eating a box of chocolate chip cookies for dinner. In fact…yes I will do that and then run 8 miles at the gym. I haven’t yet gotten to Matt S. and Leo G which all just happened last week and this week. The cookie thing will make more sense then. I’ll save that for this weekend. As for now I’m officially playing Leo…hee, hee…fucker :).

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