I Have a dilemma, a boy I work with has declared he has a crush on me. I sort of knew he did and I had sort of been ignoring it for some months now, but last Thursday on my Birthday, he asked me out.................. I told him nicely that friends of mine had booked a restaurant for my birthday dinner. Then I looked at his face, looking sad, some kind of just been rejected. I invited him to join us for dinner instead.
Before the dinner, we went to a bar that both of us familiar with. We laughed all the same things we normally do....
Before the dinner, we went to a bar that both of us familiar with. We laughed all the same things we normally do....
He's such a funny young men with a lot of knowledge and jokes to tell...... After the Dry Martini and a bottle of Bollinger had empty, we walking down the street to the restaurant which is few block away from the bar.
With few more bottle of Bollinger on the table, I could tell that tonight is going to be the night to enjoy and to forget all the work stress. I'll put all those years behind me (at least for tonight ).
With few more bottle of Bollinger on the table, I could tell that tonight is going to be the night to enjoy and to forget all the work stress. I'll put all those years behind me (at least for tonight ).
The dinner was fantastic, nice little things to bites and the waiter was just right for us, cos he gave us so much times to enjoyed the meals without to rush us to finishs from one course to the others. I'll says, this was the most enjoyable dinner I've ever had since the Feb. 14.
As we had planned, after the dinner we went to Irish pub round the corner, it's my birthday and it's St Patrick's Day as well so the need to taste green Irish beers was in my head a week before. So here we go, from the most expensive champagne we've had, now we're on green beers.
As we had planned, after the dinner we went to Irish pub round the corner, it's my birthday and it's St Patrick's Day as well so the need to taste green Irish beers was in my head a week before. So here we go, from the most expensive champagne we've had, now we're on green beers.
I hardly remember what happend at the pub. What I remember is, this boy (Ops! I forgetten to tell you his name, call him Berry) hand keep rubbing my back shoulder and keeps asking me if I am ok or not. But I keep laughed and laughed with all those strangers who had bought me free beers for my birthday.........
We left the pub around three in the morning cos I have to start work at 11 am. Once we were outside the pub, Berry let me know "Is ok for me to go to his apartment." So I went to his apartment since my flat is abit too far from this area. So, we says goodbye to my friends and jumped into the taxi and heading to Berry place...
I woke up the next morning in his bed with his rather muscular and somewhat hairy arm around me. It was the most foreigns thing I have seen since the last time I woke up with hairy men nearly a decade ago, my initial reaction was to slide out from under his ape-like grip and make that long overdue and call a Silver Top Taxi company but something stipped me. It was the muscular-erotic fantasy...............
I surreptitously liked my arm around him and conjured up a sigh. I looked around the floor and nothing to be said. Only two pairs of men's trousers, two pairs of underwears and one tie, mine. I tried to imagine that this was how I woke up every morning and just as I was about to overcome the overwhelming hollow feeling that this fantasy was bringing on I remember the night before.
To put an end to this misleading suspense I am trying to create, let me just say nothing happened. We slept in the same bed, of course both of us were naked and the classic arms maneuver was as far as we got. But up until nothing happened I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that something was indeed going to happen.
It is a strange situation when you know that the ball is in your court. You may have decided earlier on in the evening that sex was not on the agenda, but that's just your side of the story.
We left the pub around three in the morning cos I have to start work at 11 am. Once we were outside the pub, Berry let me know "Is ok for me to go to his apartment." So I went to his apartment since my flat is abit too far from this area. So, we says goodbye to my friends and jumped into the taxi and heading to Berry place...
I woke up the next morning in his bed with his rather muscular and somewhat hairy arm around me. It was the most foreigns thing I have seen since the last time I woke up with hairy men nearly a decade ago, my initial reaction was to slide out from under his ape-like grip and make that long overdue and call a Silver Top Taxi company but something stipped me. It was the muscular-erotic fantasy...............
I surreptitously liked my arm around him and conjured up a sigh. I looked around the floor and nothing to be said. Only two pairs of men's trousers, two pairs of underwears and one tie, mine. I tried to imagine that this was how I woke up every morning and just as I was about to overcome the overwhelming hollow feeling that this fantasy was bringing on I remember the night before.
To put an end to this misleading suspense I am trying to create, let me just say nothing happened. We slept in the same bed, of course both of us were naked and the classic arms maneuver was as far as we got. But up until nothing happened I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that something was indeed going to happen.
It is a strange situation when you know that the ball is in your court. You may have decided earlier on in the evening that sex was not on the agenda, but that's just your side of the story.
As long as the other party is aware of the fatal human weakness of being attracted to someone's attraction they know they are in with a chance. And even though I maintained my original position for most of the evening, but we both knew he was winning.
So, there we were in bed, gigling and restless and full of the realisation of what was about to happen. I am sure we felt it simultaneously drain out of each at the same time. I rolled over, always a difinitive move, and in one last gallant gesture he put his arm around me, more out of abligation that want. I let the arm remain as part of my end of the deal and we slept like two people who had finally come to their senses,
So, there we were in bed, gigling and restless and full of the realisation of what was about to happen. I am sure we felt it simultaneously drain out of each at the same time. I rolled over, always a difinitive move, and in one last gallant gesture he put his arm around me, more out of abligation that want. I let the arm remain as part of my end of the deal and we slept like two people who had finally come to their senses,
It was a nice change......................
Till then, catch you here soon
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