So, update on my progress … Not
much.
Since joining TSS, I have not
really moved beyond the Big Three (Mr. X, The Shark and Mr. Maybe; Mr. X being
the only one to – almost – pop my NSA-online cherry), with a couple of others making
the odd guest appearance (Donovan The Beautiful, Meerkat The Long-Distant
Potential, Shrek, to name a few).
Until I started
chatting to Hugo aka The Huguenot Hunk.
His profile picture couldn’t
but catch my eye on TSS: hot, muscular, tanned, definitely a body builder - just
a huge stud muffin, really. Not normally my type at all. But the whole
Neanderthal thing was appealing to me big time (especially after Sharky-Shark
went all submissive on me).
Jumping to the very generic conclusion that he was a
proverbial player, I guess I revealed as much in my questions to him.
This not-so-subtle picture I
had etched in my mind was not lost on him however and he said:
“I think your perception of me
is that of a very shallow, not-too-bright individual that thinks he can undress
any woman by flexing his abs. Ha ha ha! I’m a little more evolved then that I'll have
you know ... I’ve only been with one woman from this sight and that was about a
year ago … And NO I don't actually just sleep around ... lol. I'm fussy and
very health, etc., conscious. Sorry for the English... a steroid-induced Boertjie
like me don't do English as often … “
Okay, I will happily admit
when I am wrong.
And I was VERY happy!
Thus started a very amusing
and pleasurable exchange of messages on TSS (random winks and chats), emails
(flirty), photos (clothed), phone calls (innocent) and he even offered to fly
me down to his part of the country (I ignored that offer. I mean what if I
didn’t like him when I saw him? Would I be obliged to sleep with him because he
paid for my ticket? Wouldn’t that be bordering on Literal Whoredom, letting a
guy pay for me to visit him? No. Let’s not go there! So I didn’t … for the time
being.).
He happened to be online
after the whole sms fiasco with Mr. X and I had to tell some one (yes, it’s a
total girl thing) so I dumped it all on him. And you know when you know
something deep down but you don’t want to admit it to yourself and therefore
just remain in a befuddled state of self-induced confusion? Okay. So that’s exactly
where I was. But he helped me in the sweetest way possible to see what
a sop I was being about all this Mr. X business in his next message:
“Hey gorgeous. Well I’ve got 1 word for you: "crush”. And actually it’s
not so uncommon for someone - especially you girls - to develop a crush on
somebody that you had some kind of sexual thing with. If it makes you feel
better, I’ve been there, done that and YES from this site.”
Yet, despite him breaking to
me what I had known deep down all along, I still felt stupid. For being so open
emotionally and getting all attached and girly and – despite The Hunk’s following messages (very sweet ones): first asking
for a picture – “Clothed of course” – you gotta love the manners of the Afrikaans! Upon receipt of said
photo: “You're quite the looker”. Then: “Question: you sure you’re 35? You look
younger … And YES that’s meant as a compliment. But also as a honest question.“ – I still felt surprisingly deflated, raw
and a little sad.
Oh crap! And I thought this whole online
hookup NSA stuff would all be so easy, painless and emotion-free …
x
- Have you ever paid for sex?
- Only emotionally.
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