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I have to go soon.

Just needed to say that the “date” yesterday was a blast. I say it almost as if it was a planned event because honestly, I’ve hardly ever had a date before. I always found my guys and a week later soon plunged into the deep sea of serious relationships. Ironically, casual dating right now seemed more serious.
Until I met this one, I never knew what a date really was.

He came over after his meeting at eleven. I was just out of the shower, trying to play with my one-day old curling iron, and went wavy styled for the first time after a year. I pinned my hair back up and I looked so different, but nervous. When he came over, I smiled and he smiled but grabbed me and kissed me, felt me, and the next thing I knew I was lying beneath him, he already started working on me. We haven’t even spoken a word.

We lied in bed afterwards, he was sweating like a pig. I looked at him and he smiled back, “You’re very rude,” I joked. He was like, “Oh yea? You could have said no.” “You’re so annoying,” was the best I could be bothered with.

“Should we go?” An expecting glee beamed across his face. We were going to the beach.

On the way there we had McDonalds, and we sat in there eating and talking over world politics, mainly revolving around China. I told him about the news I saw yesterday and carried on with my forever disgust with the Chinese parliament. He said he was looking forward to China fuck up at the Olympics.

 

 

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