I saw the Sunday Boy, aka The Younger Man, this weekend. On Sunday (go figure). We mixed it up a bit. Instead of my heading out to his ‘hood and then us going out to dinner (our norm), he came over to my place and we stayed in. The original plan called for some pre-dinner nookie, dinner out, and then maybe (probably) some more sex. But I suggested we just stay in and order Thai food.
I’d had a really busy weekend and just wanted a night in. Plus, I really wanted to pay for dinner. I’d gone for the check a couple of weeks ago, but he’d already taken it. And I so hate negotiating these things. I’d just rather pick up the check sometimes and not have to talk about it.
Ordering in at my place makes that one thing easier.
Anyway, back to the date. It was an odd one, in lots of ways. It started very casual. Well, not casual. I decided to be somewhat vixen-ish and answered the door in some of my nicer lingerie (for him, not the delivery guy). And we did, indeed, start the night with nookie.
And then, I’m not sure why, we ended up watching some bad TV while we waited for and ate our dinner. And whatever nonsense show we were watching led to a kinda serious conversation on a topic I knew way too much about, because it had something to do with my old work. And he was caught off guard, because he had NO IDEA what I used to do for a living, even though I’m 99% sure I mentioned it on one (or more) of our earlier dates. So that was weird. And a total mood killer.
But still, we ended up back in bed. Because what’s the point of having dinner in, in your underwear, if you’re not going to have more sex?
And then, after, he says, “I was planning on spending the night.” To which I had no choice but to say, OK. I mean, I could have been a bitch and said, NO. But I’m not actually a bitch. Not really.
Really, I’m not.
So I get up and tell him I need to get ready for bed (brush teeth, wash face, take pills) and he says, “I didn’t bring my toothbrush, do you have a spare?”.
Can someone please explain this to me? He planned on spending the night, but he didn’t bring his toothbrush? How is that a plan?
And no, I didn’t have a spare. I used to keep one in the bathroom, at all times. But that’s something I no longer do. There’s a story there, for another day. I let him use my toothbrush. I don’t get the whole, not letting the person you just had sex with use your toothbrush thing. Seems odd to me.
Tags: bed, sex, younger men