I met this religious physicist from OkCupid. He is extremely smart, established, and really cute in a nerdy way.
We chatted on and off for a bit. He lives in DC, but he commutes to NY every couple of weeks because his family lives here. When we first met, there was immediate attraction. The only thing that was a turn off was that big ass cross that he wears across his neck and it is like a sign from Jesus to warn me against this guy.
Anyway, I went away for a couple of weeks on vacation and we were chatting about how amazing it would be (mostly for him) if we'd hook up. He claimed that he will last for a long time and didn't want to meet up the day that I land. We chatted for a few more weeks and he finally came to NY.
We got it on pretty heavily and he had a nice body, been doing crossfit for a few months and I can tell, those guns didn't maintain by itself. So when he entered me, literally 10 seconds later, I think he came, because he told me to slow down and I just stopped and he had that face... and I rode him for a few more strides and I really can't feel shit.
The worst is acting like I am enjoying it. Gawd... the irony. I wonder if I will see him again, or if he is dead from embarrassment.
We chatted on and off for a bit. He lives in DC, but he commutes to NY every couple of weeks because his family lives here. When we first met, there was immediate attraction. The only thing that was a turn off was that big ass cross that he wears across his neck and it is like a sign from Jesus to warn me against this guy.
Anyway, I went away for a couple of weeks on vacation and we were chatting about how amazing it would be (mostly for him) if we'd hook up. He claimed that he will last for a long time and didn't want to meet up the day that I land. We chatted for a few more weeks and he finally came to NY.
We got it on pretty heavily and he had a nice body, been doing crossfit for a few months and I can tell, those guns didn't maintain by itself. So when he entered me, literally 10 seconds later, I think he came, because he told me to slow down and I just stopped and he had that face... and I rode him for a few more strides and I really can't feel shit.
The worst is acting like I am enjoying it. Gawd... the irony. I wonder if I will see him again, or if he is dead from embarrassment.
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