And I wonder if I ever cross your mind...
- Lady Antebellum
Things did not go well with Wyoming at all. It seemed to be all right until we tried to get intimate and it was not good. In fact, it was pretty awful. I was going to chalk it up to both of us being nervous and it would be better next time, but he walked out on me. He made a lame excuse about being worried about where he parked his bike and he left! Not after we were done...in the middle...before either of us finished. And he never came back. No one has ever done that to me before.
He sent me a text that it was nothing like what he would want, along with an insult concerning my hygeine, and to top it off wrote, "And when we went to eat you didn't even offer to help pay or leave a tip." Are you kidding me? I bought my own ticket, paid for the room, and he's bitching because he had to buy me dinner?
I was so upset I started calling men I've been with in the past. I called the rock star I used to date. Not a wannabe Wyoming musician - someone with actual albums that were released on a real record label, groupies and fans all over the world, and Slayer covered five of their songs. If I'm good enough for him, I should be good enough for anybody. He says he remembers me as being a lot of fun and doesn't recall any issues with odors. Then he started sexting all night. Now I've got a rock star on my booty call list. Yay me.
I IM'd a past partner on Facebook. "He walked out on me. He says I smell down there and I'm lousy in bed. Was that your experience?"
"That's just wrong," he replied. "That was not my experience at all." Then he promised to wear his bunker gear (he's a fireman) if I come visit him the next time I'm in Dallas.
Woohoo. All I have to do is make a phone call and I can have sex anytime I want. These guys are a lot of fun (and buy my dinner without complaining) but I want more than that. Where are the men that actually want a relationship? The fact that the men from my past accept my phone calls and want to see me again says something, though. I am feeling a little better.
I called the new guy, too. He didn't answer right away, but texted that he was in a meeting and would call me back as soon as he could. Then he asked if he was in trouble. I replied no, I was just miserable and wanted to hear a friendly voice...that he didn't have to call. He did anyway and we talked for a while. He said it sounded like Wyoming's issue.
I couldn't resist texting Wyoming that I had started calling the guys in my phonebook and none of them remember me as smelly or lousy in bed. If he caught me on a bad day (we were riding around in the heat on his bike) we could easily have remedied that if he'd used a little tact and said, "Let's freshen up first, babe..." I added that since he is being disappointed by every woman he is meeting it may be time to consider the common denominator - him.
I really had started to think things might work out. I'm so disappointed.