Getting selective
I have started to get very selective in whom I even respond to, let alone pursue anything. Sadly, I have so much weeding through of my inbox I rarely seek out anything new. I suppose in a way that helps, as if they reach out to me first I will know they are interested.
I met Cook in person last night finally. His pictures must be older, as his physique is not as I expected. I was also surprised by how heavy his accent was. He was soft spoken, which also did not help at points in understanding him. I appreciated that he was very respectful.
We randomly decided to go explore some cemeteries at night. He told me how one was haunted and really old - I got bad vibes from it and we left it quickly. The second was nicer - more park like. We go out of the car to star gaze, when he leaned in to give me our first (several) kisses. My inner goth enjoyed the idea of first kisses in a cemetery.
He is an aggressive kisser - started out with tongue immediately and was not very artful or graceful with moving it. He also grabbed the roots of my hair at the base of my neck, tugging it - not gently. He ran his hands up my arms, and deeply massaged my shoulders and neck while kissing me.
He also decided to lean his whole body into me, effectively pinning me to the car. I was uncomfortable with this and did not enjoy this, but it was nice to be kissed again so I went with it. By the third kiss he was getting excited, I could feel how much through his pants - and frankly that disgusted me. I’m not sure why, but it did. On his fifth time leaning in to kiss me he started to move his hand along my side and up under my shirt. I just couldn’t, so I told him “not yet.” Poor choice of words, but he did stop. He did get in one more kiss before I turned away to get back into the car.
I find it strange and oddly amusing I reacted that way, as I had grabbed my overnight bag, including condoms, on my way out the door to meet up with him. I was hoping for action, and when I got it - was disgusted.
For me it was a somewhat awkward drive back to his place as I debated how bad this was, coupled with his poor grasp of the English language (being a country boy) and lack of intelligence, culture, worldliness, and ambition. I felt extra bad as his daughters took to me immediately - drawing me pictures, giving me hugs, etc. The seven year old asked me to stay the night and go to church with them in the morning; I know she didn’t realize what she was asking. I even was able to reach the 13 year old through her teen aged surliness.
When we got back I made an excuse about it being late, plus he said he was exhausted as well. So he got out, after reaching over to kiss me again, and I drove home. To be fair, he did seem to be slowly altering his kissing style to match mine with each one.
After a night filled with anxiety, stress, and guilt dreams - mostly about how I want to help those girls and feel bad letting them down - I decided I would get bored and resentful of Cook. So I texted him to let him know. Even though it was only 10 days of texting and one date, I felt it was the decent thing to do to let him know. And frankly, with one date I didn’t owe him more than that.













