Things come to those who wait
That's right. Just "things." Not "good things," just things.
Friends, it was awful. I hope Etch never discovers this blog because he would kill me for telling, but that was the most disappointing sexual experience ever. Tuesday night was bad, and I thought it was just because I had built up the whole experience in my head so much and for so long. But then we tried again Wednesday morning, and it was all I could do not to cry. I'm serious, here. I was literally holding back tears. (God, please don't ever let him read this. Thanks. Love, Samsara.)
You want to know what went wrong, don't you? Both episodes lasted no more than 5 minutes. Guess what? I mean 5 minutes TOTAL. Each one was 2 minutes tops. I swear to you that I am not exaggerating. Not to be too graphic -- okay, yes I'm going to be graphic; kids, turn your heads -- there were maybe 8 thrusts the first time and 4 or 5 the second time. Not even "rhythmic" ones. He was trying so hard not to "finish" that he never even established a "groove," if you know what I mean.
You all know that I'm a conspiracy theorist at heart, so my first thought was that he did it on purpose because he really didn't want to do it with me and I kind of sprang it on him. But Wednesday morning was all him. We were making out on the couch, and I asked if we could try again. He said he didn't think he could do any better than the night before, so I said okay and told him I wouldn't push it (hee). But a few minutes later he was walking into the bedroom and told me to come with him. Then he asked where the condoms were. So he must have wanted to, right? He apologized profusely, said he was embarrassed, seemed to feel really bad about it. No self-respecting guy would do that to himself, right?
Anyway, I have no idea what to do now. Of course I still like him a whole lot. We spent the whole day together Wednesday on a mini road trip. And the making out is wonderful, but I need more than that. At this point, I'm not going to bring it up again. We talked about it enough, I think. He said it doesn't happen that way all the time. The only explanation he could give is that (graphic ->) I'm "just so soft and slippery" down there. Maybe if we didn't spend so much time on foreplay? I don't know.
My only plan now is to wait and see if we he wants to make another attempt. I think I'll just collapse if it's this bad again. I couldn't have a long-term relationship like this. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
5 comments:
the first couple of times are usually bad. Especially if there was a lot of mental build up before hand, especially if there was a lot of physical build up before hand.
"He said it doesn't happen that way all the time." - believe him
"My only plan now is to wait and see if we wants to make another attempt" freudian slip between the he & you ;)
"No self-respecting guy would do that to himself, right?" good men want to make sure they satisfy you and are willing to try again even if they know they're not ready (something to with the penis).
Let the next event flow naturally and don't play around so much before you take the actual plunge ;)
Thanks, anon. Your comment is really helpful. Makes me feel a little more hopeful about the next time.
And I fixed that slip. :-)
Maybe you should ask Nigel?
Good idea, Lass.
Sent a question to Dude Deciphering Dot Com.
Let's hope Nigel has some insight.
Guys go quickly when they are too excited... especially for the first go-round. No guy, present company included, should ever pretend this never happened to him. Give Etch a chance to 'sketch' out some plan to make it last longer... One idea is to (insert graphic advisory here) make sure he gets off a little bit earlier. That way he'll last longer when it comes to the 'home run'. Oh, and when worse comes to worse, it does work when a guy thinks of baseball! :)
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