As most of my friends will tell you, when it comes to guys, I'm incredibly fussy. If I don't know them, it's a sure-fire way of knowing I'm not interested. However, there's always one that defies the rules, makes a play for the prize and, sometimes, actually wins...
Almost two years ago, I met a guy at a bar. Leeds was tall, cocky and had an underbite. Yes, that's right, I think underbites are sexy as hell. So, attraction established, he and I started chatting and it turned out that we had a lot of great banter. In fact, we got on so well, we ended up at Starbucks and subsequently taking a midnight stroll on the beach.
The more and more Leeds and I chatted, the more we realised we fancied each other and we ended up at my place. In my bed.
It was a good night and I'd have definitely been up for more of the same. The following week, we exchanged a few texts but after my last text, asking if he wanted to go out, I didn't hear back. That was fine by me, I didn't envision any great romance, so I put him in the 'great sex but a bit obnoxious' box.
I hadn't forgotten Leeds but I certainly didn't think of him on a regular basis. Then, twenty months later (yes, twenty MONTHS), he finally text me back. It came from a UK number, so I gathered he'd left Dubai, which it transpired he had. His text message read something along the lines of "...great sex, we should have done that more often".
I was surprised for a couple of reasons. Firstly, if he'd wanted to do it more often, he could have replied to my text all those months ago. Secondly, that he'd remembered me at all. But, not one for ignoring people, I replied. Back and forth messaging ensued, with me trying to figure out why he'd bothered getting in touch again after all this time. Eventually he told me that he was in Dubai for the rugby sevens and he was up for round two.
Round two? This guy had balls! Guys who can pick you up and then drop you like you're hot, no matter if you're serious or casual, just don't do it for me. The only guy that has got away with that with me is Mr. X.X., but it's a little bit different with him. There's some sort of longevity to whatever it is we have going on, and the constant drama has led to a love/hate relationship. Not only that, but the circles we're in make it difficult not to bump into one another. With Leeds, there's none of that, making it easier to not be bothered by his messages.
I told Leeds that I didn't want to engage in any intimate activity with someone I didn't really know, that is wasn't exciting for me. I'd only slept with two men in the last twelve months, one of whom I had been sleeping with for almost ten years, the other, I'm borderline in love with. If Leeds could prove this would be a mutually beneficial relationship, then I was willing to hear him out. If not, I had no intention of seeing him.
The rugby sevens was well underway but I hadn't heard from Leeds. Really, what was this guy's game? I find it incredibly irritating when guys are all talk and no action - stop wasting my time. To find out what was going on, I sent him a text asking what happened to him. Surprisingly, he replied asking if I was free to meet up. Admittedly, he was very forward and presumptuous, which I think he mistook for banter.
I was very straight-talking with Leeds. I didn't want him to just come over to my place, bang me and leave again, so unless he was going to reconsider his proposition, I wasn't going to make time for him. He did eventually suggest we go for coffee the next day but, whilst it was a start, we needed to make progress from our last meeting, so I told him I'd meet him for drinks in a bar convenient for both of us.
For the first time in two years, I wasn't bothered if a guy I'd arranged to go out with cancelled on me. Whilst I didn't think Leeds was a complete wanker, and that perhaps he just needed a little shove in the right direction when it comes to pursuing women, I wasn't entirely convinced by him either. But, Leeds didn't cancel on me, which led him one step closer to what he wanted...
From the second we greeted each other, it was non-stop banter, only stopping for sips of our mojitos. I think we were both reminded of the great time we had when we first met and we also learned a lot more about each other. The two-year hiatus aside, Leeds would be exactly the kind of guy I go for - well read, well travelled, ambitious, smart, fun and sexy - and it was only a couple of hours into the date before I realised how much I wanted to kiss him.
After five hours of chat and drinking, we decided we'd call it a night. We left the bar and went for coffee. As we walked back to mine, we held hands and, to me, I could feel that chemistry. We didn't mess around, and as soon as we got home, we kissing and stripping.
The sex with Leeds was unbelievable. The chemistry was so electric, there was such an intensity to our session. It was so good, it's actually difficult for me to explain. It goes beyond amazing orgasms, of which Leeds managed to produce several from me, and was a feeling in the pit of my stomach, as though I just couldn't possibly let him go. It was the kind of feeling you think two people in a sex scene in a movie would be having. It was unintentionally romantic.
Leeds and I would communicate how good it felt to one another, which I think only added to our chemistry. Or, at least mine. There were also moments where we would look into each others' eyes for extended periods of time and then passionately kiss. Whilst it might sound corny, it definitely added to the experience and, if we could have had sex forever, I would have done, as that's how good it felt.
It's only the second time I've ever had that feeling during sex, and I know I won't be forgetting my session with Leeds any time soon. But, whilst I think we enjoyed each others company and we obviously have a lot of sexual chemistry, I don't think I'll ever be able to get over the two year communication gap for me to see Leeds as anything more serious than a fuck buddy. If I ever become involved with a guy more seriously, he really needs to prove how much he wants me and that he deserves me. In the meantime, I'll stick with the hot sex with the guy that can't text back.
Since our rendezvous, Leeds and I have exchanged a few text messages but he is now back in the UK. Of course, this time, I hope there's not twenty months until our next meeting....
Almost two years ago, I met a guy at a bar. Leeds was tall, cocky and had an underbite. Yes, that's right, I think underbites are sexy as hell. So, attraction established, he and I started chatting and it turned out that we had a lot of great banter. In fact, we got on so well, we ended up at Starbucks and subsequently taking a midnight stroll on the beach.
The more and more Leeds and I chatted, the more we realised we fancied each other and we ended up at my place. In my bed.
It was a good night and I'd have definitely been up for more of the same. The following week, we exchanged a few texts but after my last text, asking if he wanted to go out, I didn't hear back. That was fine by me, I didn't envision any great romance, so I put him in the 'great sex but a bit obnoxious' box.
I hadn't forgotten Leeds but I certainly didn't think of him on a regular basis. Then, twenty months later (yes, twenty MONTHS), he finally text me back. It came from a UK number, so I gathered he'd left Dubai, which it transpired he had. His text message read something along the lines of "...great sex, we should have done that more often".
I was surprised for a couple of reasons. Firstly, if he'd wanted to do it more often, he could have replied to my text all those months ago. Secondly, that he'd remembered me at all. But, not one for ignoring people, I replied. Back and forth messaging ensued, with me trying to figure out why he'd bothered getting in touch again after all this time. Eventually he told me that he was in Dubai for the rugby sevens and he was up for round two.
Round two? This guy had balls! Guys who can pick you up and then drop you like you're hot, no matter if you're serious or casual, just don't do it for me. The only guy that has got away with that with me is Mr. X.X., but it's a little bit different with him. There's some sort of longevity to whatever it is we have going on, and the constant drama has led to a love/hate relationship. Not only that, but the circles we're in make it difficult not to bump into one another. With Leeds, there's none of that, making it easier to not be bothered by his messages.
I told Leeds that I didn't want to engage in any intimate activity with someone I didn't really know, that is wasn't exciting for me. I'd only slept with two men in the last twelve months, one of whom I had been sleeping with for almost ten years, the other, I'm borderline in love with. If Leeds could prove this would be a mutually beneficial relationship, then I was willing to hear him out. If not, I had no intention of seeing him.
The rugby sevens was well underway but I hadn't heard from Leeds. Really, what was this guy's game? I find it incredibly irritating when guys are all talk and no action - stop wasting my time. To find out what was going on, I sent him a text asking what happened to him. Surprisingly, he replied asking if I was free to meet up. Admittedly, he was very forward and presumptuous, which I think he mistook for banter.
I was very straight-talking with Leeds. I didn't want him to just come over to my place, bang me and leave again, so unless he was going to reconsider his proposition, I wasn't going to make time for him. He did eventually suggest we go for coffee the next day but, whilst it was a start, we needed to make progress from our last meeting, so I told him I'd meet him for drinks in a bar convenient for both of us.
For the first time in two years, I wasn't bothered if a guy I'd arranged to go out with cancelled on me. Whilst I didn't think Leeds was a complete wanker, and that perhaps he just needed a little shove in the right direction when it comes to pursuing women, I wasn't entirely convinced by him either. But, Leeds didn't cancel on me, which led him one step closer to what he wanted...
From the second we greeted each other, it was non-stop banter, only stopping for sips of our mojitos. I think we were both reminded of the great time we had when we first met and we also learned a lot more about each other. The two-year hiatus aside, Leeds would be exactly the kind of guy I go for - well read, well travelled, ambitious, smart, fun and sexy - and it was only a couple of hours into the date before I realised how much I wanted to kiss him.
After five hours of chat and drinking, we decided we'd call it a night. We left the bar and went for coffee. As we walked back to mine, we held hands and, to me, I could feel that chemistry. We didn't mess around, and as soon as we got home, we kissing and stripping.
The sex with Leeds was unbelievable. The chemistry was so electric, there was such an intensity to our session. It was so good, it's actually difficult for me to explain. It goes beyond amazing orgasms, of which Leeds managed to produce several from me, and was a feeling in the pit of my stomach, as though I just couldn't possibly let him go. It was the kind of feeling you think two people in a sex scene in a movie would be having. It was unintentionally romantic.
Leeds and I would communicate how good it felt to one another, which I think only added to our chemistry. Or, at least mine. There were also moments where we would look into each others' eyes for extended periods of time and then passionately kiss. Whilst it might sound corny, it definitely added to the experience and, if we could have had sex forever, I would have done, as that's how good it felt.
It's only the second time I've ever had that feeling during sex, and I know I won't be forgetting my session with Leeds any time soon. But, whilst I think we enjoyed each others company and we obviously have a lot of sexual chemistry, I don't think I'll ever be able to get over the two year communication gap for me to see Leeds as anything more serious than a fuck buddy. If I ever become involved with a guy more seriously, he really needs to prove how much he wants me and that he deserves me. In the meantime, I'll stick with the hot sex with the guy that can't text back.
Since our rendezvous, Leeds and I have exchanged a few text messages but he is now back in the UK. Of course, this time, I hope there's not twenty months until our next meeting....
