Booty-call Buddies

McCool and I still haven't managed to get together since the one night of amazing sex. We've talked, though- I just can't ever get him to commit to a time to see each other. While our conversations had been sporadic at best, right after his hear attack they picked up a lot. My first instinct was to try and help however I could, and that mostly meant keeping him company online while he was recovering in the hospital.

Somewhere in the course of those conversations, we got on the topic of what can only tenuously be called our relationship. He professes to still want to see me, but it has finally sunk in that he is never going to make time for me. Still, I'm not one to give up an amazing bed partner without a fight.

With that in mind, we discussed the possibility of becoming each other's “designated booty call.” After all, we both like sex, and we both like each other. It makes perfect sense, right?

Unfortunately, the first few times he tried to test the new system came in the midst of my end-of-semester craziness. As much as it pained me, I had to turn him down. I was in a self-imposed exile that was only lifted for the Diplomat. Finally, though, I couldn't stand it anymore and needed a break. I called McCool, only for him to say that he was hosting friends for a Lost party and couldn't get together.

Call me crazy, but a booty call only works when the two people can managed to both be free at the same time. On the one hand, this makes me feel a little better-it means that we really do have incompatible schedules. The fact that we only went out two and a half times wasn't just him being a jerk. Still, I'm left with a bad taste in my mouth about the whole situation. If he really liked me that much, he could have made time for me.

I'm willing to continue giving this booty call thing a chance now that the semester crush is over. If he's always the one making the successful calls, though, I don't see the arrangement lasting long.

Catching Up, or Why Grad School Controls My Life

I apologize for my lack of posting in the last few weeks- I've been swamped with work for the end of my semester. Grad school can be a bitch that way!

First things first, McCool is okay. He's back at home and seems to be recovering well. It looks like it's just a case of him losing the genetic lottery.

I haven't been going out a ton lately, for the same reason I haven't had time to post. I did have another date with the Mad Scientist that ended in him coming back to my place. He was amused that I had “his brand” of condoms. You may call it wishful thinking, but a girl shouldn't be without at least a few Magnums!

The Mad Scientist really is a good kisser. I'd go so far as to say that he's a great kisser. But the actual sex is just...okay. I suppose the enthusiasm with which he approaches it counts for something, but I was seriously worried that we were going to wake up my housemates with the way my bed was squeaking! I think I need to tighten the bolts now.

I think he thought I was joking when I told him he could spend the night, but I had to leave by 7am to get to school. Sadly, I was not. I let him sleep in while I got ready, then woke him up and rushed off. He's called me a couple times since then. It's so strange to be dating a guy who willingly calls! I can't remember any other guys like that.

Also at the beginning of the month, the Diplomat went to Spain and France for a week. That is, he went to Spain, and was supposed to go to France, but his flight was grounded with the ongoing spewing of that-Icelandic-volcano-that-no-one-can-pronounce (hey, it takes about as long to say that as to actually say Eyjafjallajokull.) Because of that, he came home a few days early.

He was originally scheduled to be back Thursday evening, and the plan was for me to go to his house and make him dinner. With the change, though, he was getting back on Tuesday, when I have class. When I got there after, HE had made ME dinner! I couldn't believe it. Of course, that meant I had to repay him with a little something special. I was impressed he could perform after 10 hours on a plane, but perform he did.

The other big thing he did while he was gone was to finally grow the beard I've been bugging him to try. He just seemed like the kind of guy that could pull it off, and I was right. He's gotten nothing but compliments since, and I've of course taken all the credit.

There's much more that has happened, but I am going to have to take some time to try and sort it all into coherent stories. So look forward to a posting binge this week!

Good thoughts needed

Hey everybody-

I found out that McCool had a heart attack on Friday, despite being 32 and otherwise in good health. He's still in the hospital for testing to find out what caused it. If everyone could send some good thoughts and healing vibes his way, I'd really appreciate it (though he'd probably go on a rant about why the universe doesn't work that way.)

Thanks.

Monday- Worth the Wait

After meeting up with McCool on Friday night, I was even more anxious to finally get to see him again one-on-one. With his crazy work schedule, it's almost impossible for us to set plans at any point in advance. While messaging with him online Monday night, he mentioned needing to de-stress, and I immediately jumped at the possibility of getting together. I sweetened the pot with an offer of a bottle of whiskey. Even though it was 8:30 at night, he was still at work, so we made plans to meet at his house around 9:30.

I jumped in the shower and shaved as quickly as I could. One of these days, I'll learn not to shave when I'm in a rush! Ouch. Then I rushed to blow-dry my hair enough that it wasn't sopping wet, so I could feel at least somewhat presentable.

By this point my roommates were wondering what in the world all the commotion was, so I explained to them that I was going to meet McCool! ZOMG!!! At that moment, my phone buzzed with a text. “There's a problem” was all it said.

“Oh no,” my roommate told me, “he did not just say there's a problem. If he knew that my roommate was just showering and blow-drying her hair at 9 o'clock at night, he would know better than to send a text like that.”

Thankfully, the problem was only with finding parking. A baseball game had blocked off the streets near his house, but I assured him that I would figure something out, and he wasn't going to get out of seeing me that easily!

I did manage to find parking a few blocks away without any trouble, and when I got up to this floor I knew I had the right place when I saw the “Go Away” doormat. Unfortunately, once I was inside it became even more clear I had come to the right place- every room had at least one item of Steelers-branded memorabilia. How a man who is so incredible every other way can possibly like the Steelers is beyond me.

We opened up the bottle of whiskey and sat on the couch to chat. He told me that he was glad I'd convinced him to be social that night, and I couldn't stop grinning. We were both staring out the window looking at the baseball stadium when I finally leaned over and kissed him.

Now, the first time we kissed was only a quick goodbye at the end of our first date. This time, there were sparks in the air and butterflies in my stomach. Alright, so that's a little bit of an exaggeration. Point is, it was everything I'd hoped for.

I moved back to my side of the couch, where I lasted for maybe a minute. Then we were on top of each other, all hands and lips and tongues. He kept running his hands through my hair, or putting his hands on both sides of my face while we kissed. It was incredible. He had me on my back on the couch when I suggested he take my shirt off. Not long after that, he stood up, grabbed my hand, and started leading me back to the bedroom.

He laid me back on the bed with just the right amount of roughness. He nibbled my neck and ears while running his hands on my back and stomach. He kept alternating between being aggressive and a little rough, like when he was holding my hands down over my head while he played with my breasts, and being incredibly soft and gentle.

We must've made out on the bed for at least a half hour, slowly shedding items of clothing, when I finally gasped out “I want you.” He got a mischievous sparkle in his eye as he removed the final piece of what I was wearing. The man's not just a good kisser, if you catch my drift.

Then I told him it was my turn, and we switched places. It was only a few minutes when he moaned “I want you so bad.” I stopped, looked him in the eyes, and said “so take me.”

And take me he did.

It was incredible. It sounds weird, but he was firm and demanding without being too rough, yet he'd interrupt it with these periods of being soft and slow. It was the perfect combination. He made my body feel ways I've never experienced before, at least not in such quick succession. I didn't want it to end, except I wanted to feel him finish.

It was truly mind blowing. I've had plenty of good sex in my life, but this was as if he was reading my mind and had been with me for years, he just knew exactly where my buttons were and how to push them. When we were done, I finally collapsed on the bed next to him and giggled for a while.

“Was it worth waiting three months?” he asked me.

The answer was an unequivocal yes. I just don't know if I can wait that long before the next time.

Friday- The Return of McCool

The Pirate and I hadn't gone out in a while; he'd been out of town, my weekends had been booking up a couple weeks in advance, the usual. Because of that, when we discovered we were both free on Friday we decided to go out, even though we didn't have any specific ideas of what we would do. Friday during the day we texted ideas back and forth, finally setting on seeing a band at a club downtown. Imagine my surprise when I saw on McCool's facebook page that he was also planning to attend the same show! I sent him an instant message that I would also be there, and that we should find each other and say hi. After all, it's been three months since our one date, and everything since has been over the internet.

As usual, the Pirate was late in meeting for dinner. I'm beginning to think I should just plan to be 20 minutes late whenever I go out with him, as then maybe we'll arrive at the same time. Regardless, we had fun catching up about what had happened in our lives in the last month. I'd lost a boyfriend and a girlfriend, and gained a different boyfriend; he'd gone on two trips out of town, bought a new bike, and planned his next tattoo that he was actually going to get the following morning.

When we walked over to the bar/club where the show was, we discovered that neither of us had enough cash for the door, and the only ATM was actually inside the club! So we pooled our funds to pay for his, so he could go to the ATM and come back with some for mine. As he walked in, though, the bouncer looked at me and said “you can just go in if you want.”

“Are you sure??” I asked incredulously. I'm not used to being the girl that gets special treatment by the bouncer (unless maybe it's the Blues Man). It's pretty neat!

The Pirate got us drinks and we stood to watch the show. The band was beyond amazing, and I was enthralled. Even so, I was looking around to try and spot McCool. Finally I found him standing with a group behind us on some stairs. I texted him “Ha! I found you!” “What? Where?” he replied.

Now, lest you think I was totally rude for texting one guy while on a date with another guy, let me offer up a pitiful excuse. The Pirate and McCool both work in the same industry, though different aspects. So I was actually interested in introducing them, if for no other reason than potential networking. Is that a good enough reason? Probably not. Oh well.

McCool and I texted a few more times until he saw me checking my phone and thus figured out it was me. We waved, but I stayed with the Pirate until he needed to go get more drinks, and then I walked back with him to McCool's group. I introduced them, and stood chatting while the Pirate went to the bar. McCool's friends were really nice, and an interesting mix of gothy rock nerds. Just how I like them. The Pirate also hit it off with the group, and when the show was over suggested we all go do karaoke. The Pirate wanting to do karaoke- shocking, I know.

At the karaoke bar, McCool and I kept flirting through texts, even though the Pirate and I were having fun together. Finally towards the end of the night, I texted McCool “this could be you, you know. You know what you have to do.”

“What's that?” he asked.

“Pick a date.”

“April 9.”

Ah, what a clever boy. April 9 was that night. “You want me to go home with you tonight?” I clarified.

He just winked.

Of course I wasn't going to leave the date I was actually on to go home with McCool, but the idea was tempting. The Pirate and I left not long after, and McCool and I shared two very long hugs goodbye. I told him I expected an invite the next time he went out with his friends, and he said he'd keep me updated.

By that point, I had tons of pent-up sexual tension, so thankfully I had someone to help me work them out. The Pirate took me upstairs, bent me over his bed, and had his way with me. It was sweaty, rough, and totally hot. Falling asleep, I was glad my morals hadn't been compromised by leaving with McCool instead. There would hopefully be another chance for that.

Hookers and Zombies and Great Dates, Oh My!

Back in January, just after moving to this city, I went on a date with McCool. It was one of the best first dates I've ever been on- we completely hit it off over dinner, great chemistry, so much fun to talk to- the works. He's a video game writer, and has worked on some big name games that I'm sure all of you, even non-gamers, have heard of. He's 30 (I'm beginning to think that's the ideal age for me to date, since all my good dates lately have been with 30ish year olds), a little taller than me, with a shaved head, goatee, and piercing green eyes. He wears glasses- ah, glasses. Let me explain.

I've always been a very liberal arts-minded person, thriving in language, literature, and history classes. I'm also a very competitive person. This has lead to me feeling uncomfortable dating people who also have liberal arts backgrounds, because I don't like competing with them to see who is “better” at literature or history. But I also find intelligence immensely attractive. It's not actually about getting a degree or having a repository of tons of knowledge, but having the mental aptitude and critical thinking skills. So in general, I'm attracted to math and science-type people. I find it incredibly hot when the person I'm with can excel at something I'm not good at. Of course, while glasses don't make one smarter, they give the impression of nerdyness. So glasses are a definitely plus.

McCool has an extremely busy schedule, especially when projects are started or nearing completion. Because of this, he didn't have a lot of freetime available for a date. Instead of doing dinner or another evening activity, we decided to meet for lunch. Even though we only had about an hour, it was really fun. We talked about hookers, and video games, and zombies. We were both laughing like fools, and I felt really comfortable just being myself around him. Afterwards, he walked me to his car and right as we kissed, it started to rain. It was a very sweet moment.

The date went so well that I broke the rule about waiting a day to contact him. (Side note: I want to know who wrote these “rules.” Some of them are just so stupid and arbitrary. Don't we at least get to vote on them first?) I told him over instant messenger what a great time I'd had, and he said the feeling was mutual. When I asked when we were going to get together again, he asked when I wanted to and I told him that night. He said he wished he could.

With such a great beginning, then, it was surprising to me what happened next. We scheduled a second date for late on a weeknight, after I got out of class. At the last minute, he had to cancel because of work. That was no problem, of course- I know what it's like to be busy beyond belief. But when I tried to reschedule a few days later, he kept dodging giving a date. Finally, I left it as “when you find a time that will work for you, you let me know.”

But he didn't let me know anything. A couple days went by without hearing anything from him, and when I did, it was just idle nerdy chit-chat over IM. I didn't want to come across as the weird girl that kept pushing another date, but I did mention it at least once that I was still hoping we could get together again. He just seemed to blow it off.

Eventually I gave up. I figured that he either had started dating someone else, or had lost interest in me as anything more than an internet friend. Either way, I wasn't going to push it. I stopped initiating IMs, and before I knew it a couple weeks had passed.

Then Thursday night, my chat box pinged with a new message, from McCool. We spent a few minutes catching up, and he asked me what I'd been up to. I told him just school and dates, the usual. Then I asked about him. Had he been on any fun dates recently?

“No,” he said. “I've been on one date since you.”

Well, that blew my first theory out of the water! It wasn't that he was seeing someone else, so it must have been that he wasn't interested in having another with me.

“Well, why not?” I asked.

“I guess women don't find me that attractive.”

“That's not true,” I said, “and besides, you know I would love to go out with you again.”

“I actually didn't know that,” he replied.

My heart started skipped a beat. This entire time, he figured I had been the one to lose interest! He apologized again for canceling our second date, and I explained that it wasn't upsetting that he'd canceled it, but rather that I had felt pushy in always being the one to bring up re-scheduling. I told him flat-out that I needed him to show more interest in getting together again, even if it wasn't able to be right away because of his work schedule.

“Wow,” he told me, “that's really direct. I like it.”

We left things at that for now, but we'll see. If he does as I hope and initiates another date, maybe McCool will be staying in the picture!