I had a very enjoyable weekend but an otherwise slow week, mostly because I still haven’t really had the energy to respond to my messages.

Pierce

Last week, Pierce (Date #13) and I fooled around in his car and I decided to give him a shot, mainly for three reasons:

  1. I didn’t want to be someone who does that and then texts the next day saying “I had a great time but I just don’t think we’re right for each other,” because I’d probably be annoyed if someone did that to me.
  2. I really liked what we did on our last date and wanted to do more of it somewhere more private than a parking garage.
  3. He seems like a decent person who maybe things could work out with romantically, even if I was pretty sure they wouldn’t.

We threw out some third date ideas (brunch, mini golf, outdoor movie) but eventually my desire to get laid overcame my hesitance to bring a guy home and, since my roommate was about to leave town for two weeks in Florida, we decided to watch a movie at my place Sunday evening.

We were casually texting Friday night and, two glasses of wine and a failed attempt to start reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up later, I ended up inviting him over. (He only realized hours later that this was a booty call, much to my amusement.) We had a lot of sex on my couch and hoo boy, was it ever worth it. That man is definitely very, uh, giving. And he’s super big on consent and comfort, to the point where it was almost annoying because he was asking me too much what I wanted. (Which I appreciate. That’s definitely preferable to not asking enough.) He left sometime after 3am and I slept better than I have in weeks.

My Saturday plans ended up shifting last-minute to Sunday, which meant that our Sunday movie plans were out. Instead, we just rescheduled for Saturday. He came over that night with a flash drive of less-than-legal movie options and we watched the Neil Patrick Harris-led production of Sondheim’s Company on my laptop.

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Slight tangent: Why are so many straight people bothered by dating bi/queer people? Pierce is queer, which I didn’t really have any feelings about either way until he paused it at the intermission so that we could discuss NPH’s attractiveness in detail while we cuddled. This is clearly a positive. (End tangent.)

He spent the night—surprisingly comfortably, given my twin bed—and I ended up sleeping in/staying in bed much later than I had planned, but I have no regrets.

I did learn something amusing, though. As we were lying on my couch, he mentioned that he had actually suggested going back to his car on our second date completely as a joke: “I was more concerned with getting a third date than getting you alone.” He was obviously totally game, but he didn’t think even for a moment that I was going to take him seriously and go for it. Funnily enough, it wasn’t until things started getting physical that I started seriously considering a third date; up until that point, I was pretty torn, leaning toward not continuing things.

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I’ll almost definitely see him again. He’s nice, we have a lot in common, the sex is good, and talking to him during our third date/movie night there wasn’t much of the awkwardness that there was on our first two dates.

The Brit

I was talking to ihatepickingnames and OneLittleDetail and when they found out that the Brit was going to be in DC, they immediately and very enthusiastically started trying to make plans to meet him. My conversation with him about it:

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I don’t know if I should be afraid or not.

The Rest

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Ugh, so many things that annoy me about this message. Weirdly, within ten minutes of sending it, he deactivated his account. It’s back up now, though, and it doesn’t look like I’m missing anything if I don’t respond.

This guy has answered no questions, he lives in New York, and his self-summary is just his Instagram name. What.

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This happened:

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And I still have a bunch of potentially worthwhile messages I haven’t responded to. Oops. Maybe I’ll get to them eventually.

Programming note: Unless something super exciting happens, I’ll probably skip next week’s entry. I leave tomorrow evening to go home for my sister’s high school graduation, and I won’t be back until late Sunday, so I don’t foresee much worth writing about unless I get some really terrible/amazing messages.