Boy #5: The out of towner
Okay, I might need to preface this post by explaining that I live with two gay guys, who I love very dearly and who bring me great joy and a fair bit of frustration. As any good friends do.
The reason I need to say this, is that they both use the app Grindr. For the sake of brevity, it's a gay version of Tinder. Except gay guys did it first.
Like a lot of other stuff.
So like I mentioned in the last post, my housemate and I had planned to go away for a week, to a beachside area about an hour drive from where we live. On our way there, he decided to make it clear that obviously we both would be using our respective apps while we were away, and if either of us wanted to have someone over, then that would be alright. I kind of laughed it off; I didn't expect to have anyone come over really. I was still thinking about boy #4 at this stage.
Cut to the second day we were away.
I'd started talking to boy #5 the first day when we arrived. He wasn't too far away, and seemed pretty keen to meet up. He'd made it clear that he was after sex, which I didn't mind. I'd much prefer for guys to be upfront about that, instead of acting sweet and nice to get you in bed, and then never speaking to you again.
Okay, so I'm still a little bitter.
Anyway, on the second night I borrowed my housemates car, went and picked up boy #5, and brought him back to where we were staying.
There's that awkward moment where your housemate and a friend are sitting there watching tv and you briefly introduce the guy on the way to the bedroom.
You know, it doesn't have to be awkward. Especially if you're open with your housemates/friends about what's happening. Realistically, you're probably not going to see this guy again. So what does it matter if you introduce him or not? Just get past that and move forward to having sex.
That's me trying to be pragmatic about the whole situation.
So, I already knew that I wasn't going to see this guy again. He was reasonably attractive, but when I met him I just knew he wasn't the kind of guy that I would normally be interested in and would want to see again. Doesn't mean I couldn't try and have satisfying sex.
Okay, honestly, it was pretty good.
I think maybe the saddest thing about my Tinder experiences is how okay I am with having bad sex. I know that sex isn't always going to be amazing and great; sometimes it's average, sometimes it's straight up awful. That doesn't mean I have to be okay with it though. I think I'm allowed to be disappointed, especially when it seems like the guy enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than you did.
Just, you know, some common courtesy and reciprocity wouldn't go astray. Gentleman.
Anyway, so this was a case where the sex was actually pretty good. Not long after we finished, it was time to take him home and send him on his way.
And I haven't really thought about him since.
One of the positives about using Tinder and gaining more sexual experience is being able to acknowledge within myself when I just want a good fuck.
Pardon the vulgarity.
Wait, why are you reading, if you're going to be offended by the word 'fuck'?
Anyway, so for someone as sexually repressed as I can be, this app has gone a long way to making me feel more comfortable about my body and about seeking pleasure. Which is something that I think a lot of women can have issues with.
It's great and everything to find a guy that you love talking to and get along really well with; but it's also really nice to know that someone else finds you physically attractive and wants to have sex with you, even when you don't think you're really that special.









