I met up with this guy, we had dinner and drinks. The date was going pretty well, conversation flowed easily, drinks were going down smoothly. The waitress comes by and tells us the restaurant part of the place we were at was closing, but we could move to the bar. The guy says maybe we should change bars...or we could go back to his for a nightcap. I say, I hate making decisions, we should just flip a coin. Neither of us have a coin, so I pick up a coaster off the table, and flip that, heads we go to his, tails we go to a different bar. It lands tails up, and he looks at me and says, let's just go back to my place, I'm happy to agree.
We get to his place, and take some shots of tequila. We end up making out and he is getting handsy, so I straight up tell him I'm not going to sleep with him. I also, like to say things like this aloud, as a way of reminding myself not to sleep with guys, it helps keep me accountable. His response...
We continue fooling around and he ends up cumming on my stomach (just from grinding and hand stuff, I stayed true to my decision of not sleeping with him). I'm not usually weird about cum, but for some reason, I jumped up out of his bed and ran into the bathroom, saying I had to get it off me, I'm not trying to be pregnant. "You are a 31 year old woman, right?" he called after me. To which I shouted back, "I know I'm weird, don't judge me!"
To be fair, he did message me the following day, and wished me happy travels, as I was going out of town for a couple weeks. However, I think in my absence, he found someone on tinder...or maybe even in real life. Someone who probably isn't weird about cum and someone who doesn't think of their life as a social experiment because he never messaged me again. But good for him, I got a blog post out of it, so really we all came out ahead.
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