JarodA
JUB Addict
And well, it was kind of a disaster. Didn't end up cumming (neither of us did), and it ended rather badly the next day (just three hours ago roughly).
OK well to start, it was real. He really did pick me up, we really did drive to a remote location, started off drinking and talking for ages. This was a guy that I knew from church years ago. We used to mess about when we were younger kids.
Anyway, I got pretty drunk (I drank heaps of bourbon) and he drank tons of beers so after a while we started getting to it (we didn't end up fucking though). I knew quite early in the night that something wasn't quite 'there'. Here I've got this attractive man at my total disposal, but I just wasn't getting turned on like I know most people would've been. That kinda left me confused. There was no 'grand finale'.
When we woke up the next morning the plan was to continue at his place, but we got there and his Dad was there (usually he'd be at church), so we went over to my house. At this point I told him I was feeling weird.
All this time he was still drunk (yeah, I know), but was driving fine. We went over to mine, played Singstar for a while. He kept drinking and drinking...I wanted to tell him that I wasn't sure I felt comfortable with this whole thing ('cause by then he was kissing me all the time, as if we were full-on dating or something). We then talked and he said that I had no obligations and we could do whatever I want and take it slow.
I then told him I was feeling sick and went to lie down on my bed for a while. After a while, my Mum said he wanted him to leave 2:30 'cause she was going to work. He wanted to stay till 4 and told me to tell Mum but I told him no. I said I needed to be alone 'cause I wasn't feeling that well anyway, and then he kind of stormed off and drove off in his car, drunk (even though he was getting picked up). And that was the end of it.
In a way I feel really bad for tell him to go, but there was no need to react like he did. I was just doing what my Mmum said...So even though the whole thing was a bit of a mess (and like I said, I had a feeling like that from the start) I know there was some fault on both sides not just mine. Of course, he was drunk. So I'm trying not to take it too personally.
I'm so confused though. Why wasn't I turned on? I really wanted to be. I know there was no reason why I shouldn't have been. D:
Anyway, life goes on. I don't feel too bad about it. I need to speak with him again though, I can't just leave things like that. But God I'm so confused.
OK well to start, it was real. He really did pick me up, we really did drive to a remote location, started off drinking and talking for ages. This was a guy that I knew from church years ago. We used to mess about when we were younger kids.
Anyway, I got pretty drunk (I drank heaps of bourbon) and he drank tons of beers so after a while we started getting to it (we didn't end up fucking though). I knew quite early in the night that something wasn't quite 'there'. Here I've got this attractive man at my total disposal, but I just wasn't getting turned on like I know most people would've been. That kinda left me confused. There was no 'grand finale'.
When we woke up the next morning the plan was to continue at his place, but we got there and his Dad was there (usually he'd be at church), so we went over to my house. At this point I told him I was feeling weird.
All this time he was still drunk (yeah, I know), but was driving fine. We went over to mine, played Singstar for a while. He kept drinking and drinking...I wanted to tell him that I wasn't sure I felt comfortable with this whole thing ('cause by then he was kissing me all the time, as if we were full-on dating or something). We then talked and he said that I had no obligations and we could do whatever I want and take it slow.
I then told him I was feeling sick and went to lie down on my bed for a while. After a while, my Mum said he wanted him to leave 2:30 'cause she was going to work. He wanted to stay till 4 and told me to tell Mum but I told him no. I said I needed to be alone 'cause I wasn't feeling that well anyway, and then he kind of stormed off and drove off in his car, drunk (even though he was getting picked up). And that was the end of it.
In a way I feel really bad for tell him to go, but there was no need to react like he did. I was just doing what my Mmum said...So even though the whole thing was a bit of a mess (and like I said, I had a feeling like that from the start) I know there was some fault on both sides not just mine. Of course, he was drunk. So I'm trying not to take it too personally.
I'm so confused though. Why wasn't I turned on? I really wanted to be. I know there was no reason why I shouldn't have been. D:
Anyway, life goes on. I don't feel too bad about it. I need to speak with him again though, I can't just leave things like that. But God I'm so confused.
I had some booze yes, but not so much that I couldn't think straight.
It was much more real than Saturday. 
