Thursday, October 22, 2009

First Dates vs. Married Men

And the winner is...... MARRIED MEN!

I have spent the week dating. Yes, I apologize too much going on here to even blog. Dating can be very time consuming. So, I said I was going to jump in with two feet and I did.

Two single guys, Mr. Porsche and a date tomorrow night followed by two dates already scheduled for next week. So what is my conclusion....Married Men are better! This dating is to say the least BORING. I have to say, if you spent frou years with a pond filled of frogs....going to the dating scene is the difference of attending a rock concert or the opera.

Both single dates were good. The men were nice, the dinner was nice, the conversation was nice. Last night we even took a walk by the water and talked. Lots of talk...which if you knew me, I don't shut up so if I am saying a lot of talk..its way too much talk! lol Both men emailed me the next day to say they had a very nice time and would like to see me again. I sat there listening to their divorce stories and about their kids. Nothing was wrong with that EXCEPT when you compare a meeting with a married man. You are there for the hot, exciting sex. You are there for the chemistry. The meeting oozes with chemistry. And there is sure to be some tingles, some desire...oh granted, you may not be jumping in bed with them but it is going to be soon! Its a separate world...there is little discussion of kids and ex's and home life (if any at all). Actually it is more discussion on your dreams, desires, wants and career. Its about the person you are or hoping to become. Dating a single man has not been an escape. It seems its like leaving the house to dinner with your husband and talking about kids. I don't know....its okay, its different..its not the excitement I crave.

Mr. Porsche and I met today. Good sex actually and some fun. So much more vanilla, so much more kissing. And here's a first--I couldn't cum. The combination of him inside of me, the vibrating eggs in my ass, him squeezing my nipples so hard and a vibrator on my clit---my head felt like a pinball machine. Oh I eventually did before some reason, it took work. How ironic that I get divorced and we went to more vanilla sex. I am not complaining because it was great...we are in a really good place. Its just we don't have the time together that we used to and I miss it terribly.

So I am like hanging out in my swim gear ready for ocean exploring and I feel like I am sitting in a baby pool. Tomorrow night is a date with someone I have been talking with for awhile. He's nice, I like him. I got a babysitter and the ex came in tonight and was freaking out that I could never find babysitters and now I found one. PLEASE...I told him to leave me alone. He went on and on and on....and I finally said..just go the fuck away already and leave me alone. He comes in to inspect...I will allow that for approximately one more week. I had enough. He's already threatening not to take the kids anymore. I can see we are going to have a war brewing soon.

And next week....I am contemplating a date with this extremely rich man. He's older than me and quite arrogant and showy. I am not sure if I like it. We are very different in our views on politics and the healthcare system. In fact, I could feel myself getting all bent out of shape as we discussed it. The question is, can I deal with that attitude and views? After we spoke, he sent me a note. Amazing, a woman with beauty and smarts too! He says he wants to romance me. We will see....

So I am off to a start.....I guess its the warm up. Thank God I have Mr. Porsche right now to satisfy my cravings! More to come! And I admit it...I am headed onto Ashley Madison tonight to search a married man or two. Married men have been deprived lust and desire....Mmmmmmm....I may have to find one to fulfill my needs!

1 comment:

Soul Powers said...

Don't bother with the rich guy. If you already don't really like him, you'll likely have regrets even money can't quell. (not that your in it for the spoils, but you know what i'm saying).