My birthday was coming up and I hadn’t talked to the sexy physician in almost two weeks. I text him asking for him to give me a reason to wear an evening gown and you know what? He actually did.
He wore a tailored suite/ tie and I wore a slim black gown. He took me to a fund raising event. He looked dazzling and I was in awe not only by his appearance but his kindness.
He was friendly and gentlemanly by offering his arm as he escorted me through the event hall, but he didn’t make a move…. Yet
We socialized and enjoyed the evening. It felt like we were a couple. A few people at our table commented on how nice we looked together. He is in his mid thirties and looks young so it’s not uncomfortable for us to be seen in public together.
When the event came to an end he asked if there was anywhere else I would like to go for the evening. We saw a cozy cocktail lounge around the corner from the event center and popped in for a more intimate drink.
Up until that moment we had been socializing with others so we didn’t discuss anything of substance including the long gap of silence between our last communication (Note: He reached out to me last, twice, and I didn’t respond).
Over time I’ve learned that he likes the modest/shy/innocent girl type so I’ve been catering my behaviors to his natural interest in order to keep my place in his eyes. As we talked I kept up that facade.
We settled in to the booth and he genuinely asked how I am and how I’ve been. It was sweet.
I asked him if he wanted to know a secret and he said sure. I whispered “it’s my birthday” as I looked into my drink.
He said, WHAT! Why didn’t you tell me? Are you serious?
I told him it’s true, I don’t like to make a fuss over my birthday and I didn’t want to put pressure on him.
He just took my hand and literally said “you should have told me, I should have made this night special, I should have adorned you with gifts”
I just laughed and said that he did make it special and all I wanted was his time. He went on to say that he was honored to have been the one to spend my birthday with me.
The waitress came and ID’d me, while I had my ID out I just showed him so he knew I wasn’t lying about my birthday. Whenever I get a chance to prove my truths I do, it makes me seem trustworthy.
We talked about relationships a bit and a few noteworthy sentiments were exchanged.
I asked when he last had a girlfriend and he said two years ago.TWO YEARS. Being single for TWO YEARS seems like an eternity to me. I can’t even imagine.
I asked if he’s ever dated anyone my age and he said no. He said he typically dates woman older than he is by a few years. That dating a “baby” (said endearingly) was completely different and he likes it.
I asked if he’s promiscuous (knowing that he is not because he is slightly religious) and he said of course not— that he likes to have sex mean something. To that I responded “so what does it mean when you have sex with me?”
At that moment the waitress came and he never answered.
I told him I’ve only had sex with two other men besides himself because I know he values wholesomeness and innocence.
I told him I always look at his face when he cums because is special to me.
We closed the tab and I said with a coy smile “let’s go home and make out” essentially inviting myself over.
We walked through the city lights to find our way back to his place and we held hands for the first time that night.
All the sudden he leans in and gives me a deep, passionate kiss and I reciprocate.
It was beautiful and for a moment I felt like it was a shame that it’s all built on a lie and it will never be.
Sometimes I wonder how it comes so easily for me to ingratiate myself so deeply with men. I most definitely did not deserve to be taken to such a lovely event. I have bold face lied, manipulated and twisted him into giving me almost anything I want. I don’t know how to explain how these men fall for me.
We made it to his place and the building was completely dark. The neighbor comes out and to say the power on the entire block is out. She also introduced herself as if I were his girlfriend. It was cute.
He lit candles all over the house and I know it wasn’t the intension, but it felt romantic and intimate.
I got into my underwear and laid under the covers in his bed. A few moments later he entered the room in his dress shirt, vest and tie. Swoon.
I knelt at the edge of the bed and he came over to me dressed like a prince. I kissed him passionately while on my knees. I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped off his tie. It felt erotic.
Eventually we undressed each other and had sweet, passionate sex.
At one point I asked what was wrong and he said “I’m just reading you”— I’m not sure what the meant.
While we were doing it I told him I was scared because he wasn’t wearing a condom and he said it would be alright. I was nervous and not focused so I probably looked concerned. I was too worried to orgasm.
(Eventually he did put on a condom)
When it was over we both fell asleep with his sweet dog in the middle. If felt good. It felt close to real.
In the morning he offered to make me breakfast but I declined and went home.
We haven’t spoke since that night except for a quick hello in the coffee line at work. We were both with colleagues so it was a very, very brief hello.
Sex is my drug of choice.