space cadet reprise

On Monday I mentioned that Marc was supposed to call me Monday or Tuesday...

I didn't hear from him Monday night... I didn't hear from him while I was at Camera Club on Tuesday night... I didn't hear from him last night...

And I swear, before Lost started tonight (and, if I'm being completely honest, on and off all day today in various forms), I was thinking... if I say I'm going to call someone, I call them, when I said I was going to call them (usually), or, if I completely wuss out, I usually send them a text message... I really should be going back to the "He's Just Not That Into You" thing... if he was interested in hooking up, or even just being friends, he would have called... so forget that whole thing, just let it go... and ACTUALLY let it go this time... not like last time...

Then after Lost was over, I came back to the computer to goof off for a bit before I went to bed, and I got a text message. From Marc. Asking if it was okay to call.

Bloody men.

I texted him back to tell him that any time before 10:30 was usually good, then hooked the hands free kit up to the phone so I could chat comfortably. After we got the hello's out of the way, he apologised straight off for not calling (again)... and I have to admit, I did the polite thing and just went "that's okay"... which it really wasn't, but we can have that conversation later, after we've had some more sex. To be completely honest I just let him talk for the most part... not that I didn't reply appropriately, I just let him talk (sometimes you learn more just by letting them talk... of course, sometimes you don't, but sometimes it's a good bullshit detector).

Eventually he mentioned that he had wanted to get together this week (as was the plan originally if had called me when he said he was going to), and since Sunday was out (Mother's Day), he wondered what I was up to on Saturday. Saturday late afternoon/evening/night was fine (although last week when it was cold and raining elephants and hippos and I was really in need of a snugglebuddy would have been better), but then suddenly he was checking what his parents were doing (he's staying with them at the moment), and seemed to be inviting me to his place, and was mentioning some weird card game...

I nearly let him babble on about it, but the back part of my brain (you know, the bit in charge of sex, the unevolved caveman bit) was busy screaming at the top of its primitive lungs "THIS IS NOT WHAT WE ASKED FOR"... so I stopped him and basically told him that I had envisioned a rather more "fleshy" meeting than the one he was outlining, and that I didn't know that I was ready to meet his parents just yet anyway (yeah, lets try and avoid that one for as long as humanly possible, shall we).

And then I was, once again, brutally honest and overly direct about how I'd imagined this playtime would go... and that I was all for having interesting, meaningful and deep conversation... but AFTER the sex. Since it's taken nearly a month and a half to get to this stage of actually getting him through the door to my apartment, there is no way on earth I'm not having sex with him this time... I'm just really, really lucky he appreciates the direct approach.

So, Saturday evening he's coming here... it's interesting though, given what I said on Monday about me thinking that he wanted to play "in a controlled fashion, at least the first time, so that he has an out if he needs one as far as time goes"... I think I was pretty much dead on... since he's talking about coming over until around 9:30 so he can still go home and chill out. I am wondering though whether he will go home, or off to the sauna... since that seems to be his regular Saturday night routine... suppose it depends how good the sex is...

And don't think I won't ask him both of those things... but not until AFTER the sex, obviously...

Saturday looks like it could be an interesting evening... does mean I'll have to spend tomorrow afternoon and Saturday morning making sure my place is tidy though...

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