XII – ii. The Danish Sculptor continued

Continuing from where I left off in the previous post….

 

It was a Wednesday night and I had class late those nights, my class got out at around 7:15 pm. After I got something to eat, I met up with the Sculptor at his apartment and just vented to him how I was feeling. He was being as understanding as any guy could and we ended up talking about random things and it took my mind off my worries and thoughts of my boyfriend and I fighting.

 

The Sculptor and I ended up talking the night away again, realizing that it was almost midnight again and he told me to stay so I wouldn’t have to walk so far. Because of what happened the last time, I agreed to stay but I had class earlier the next morning.

 

This time however, the Sculptor joined me in his bed, but I would face the other way (doesn’t this sound familiar? haha). Anyways, he had suggested to watch this movie I had never heard of, but it had Cameron Diaz and Christina Applegate in it so I didn’t mind watching it. While we were watching the movie, I’m not sure how it happened, but we ended up talking again but this time we were so close to each other that he leaned in and kissed me. I immediately felt guilty, but at the same time I was so frustrated and I knew I wasn’t going to see my boyfriend anymore and it’s like I almost gave up (Not to mention I really was attracted to the Sculptor because he was such a nice guy). After we started making out, he slowly got on top of me and I could feel how hard he was getting. I told him I’m really not sure if we should be doing this, but he couldn’t stop. I can’t remember for sure because this was so long ago, but I think I stopped him and we ended up just cuddling and sleeping together.

 


 

 

The next morning, I woke up hurriedly to get to my apartment to grab my things for school and I ran into one of my roommates and she asked how things went again and I said that they were fine. Well when I got to campus, I got a text from my boyfriend and he had asked why I hadn’t talked to him since yesterday, and I mean it was pretty obvious that I was so upset that I wouldn’t be seeing him anymore, which is when we started to fight again. I kept imploring him to change his mind, but he kept giving me the same answers. But then, he brought up the Sculptor and asked me if I was with him. I paused for a bit, but because of that pause he immediately assumed I was cheating on him, which technically I guess you could say I did, but I really didn’t at the same time because I stopped it from going further, and the Sculptor understood that. I kept fighting with my boyfriend, trying to reassure him that there was nothing going on between him and I, but he wouldn’t believe me. I had to go to class and my boyfriend had to go to work, but we had said that we would talk with each other later.

 

Well later had come that night and we ended up fighting again about the same issues and I was so exhausted from fighting. My roommates were there with me in our room when it was all going down, but he ended up saying that we’re done and he broke up with me. That moment was a turning point in my study abroad experience because I had suffered such a great depression once that had happened. I guess I didn’t want to believe that this would happen to us especially since we were apart from each other in the earliest stages of our relationship, but I felt like it was almost inevitable to happen. I hung up my phone and then immediately started to cry with my blanket over my head and my roommates, though not emotional type of girls, tried to relieve me and console me. I was so grateful to have them but I just felt so empty. After it was finalized, I ended up texting the Sculptor back and I told him what had happened…. He asked if it was his fault and I said it partially was, and he felt terrible too. He told me to come over the next day and he’d make me dinner and we could talk again.

 

I remember going in to his apartment and I was so upset, nothing seemed to be able to cheer me up or to get my mind off of him. And it was even harder for me because I was so far away from my family, my home, from anything familiar to me and that was what I needed the most at that time. I was barely hungry, barely in any mood to talk and the Sculptor understood that. I asked if I could just go to sleep in his bed and he followed me up there. As I was trying to sleep I turned into him and he held me, I think because he knew how terrible I was feeling, but also because business was left unfinished from the last time. Now that I was single, I knew he would try to sleep with me and he took the opportune moment to do so since I was in his bed. I won’t lie, it really did take my mind off of things, not to mention his package was a really good size lol and I could tell he hadn’t had sex in the longest time, which I felt really bad about. But it felt amazing and we ended up cuddling that night again too.

 

We both woke up the next day and I was really hungry but I felt really gross because I hadn’t showered. I asked if I could shower, but he too was going to shower… So we ended up showering together lol but the showers in Europe are REALLY small so we were basically up against each other the whole time, but it was fine because we ended up making out in the shower the whole time, which resulted in doing IT in the shower too.

 

Finally, we had left to go to a small Osteria outside of his apartment, had some pasta then went to the main leather market because I had yet to see it and I wanted to check it out. Plus my roommates had said they would be going to that market and I told them the Sculptor and I would meet up with them there.

 

I’ll never forget the look on my roommates faces when they saw me with him because they knew something was going down between us but I wouldn’t let it show. They were happy and intrigued to meet him formally after the first time we had run into him, but after we had gone our separate ways and I told them I’d meet them at the apartment because our plan was to go out to the bar that night. Funny thing was the Sculptor and his friends we had also met were planning on going there too.

 

We continued down the main pavement and I saw this booth that was selling leather gloves which I really needed because my hands were freezing most of the time. The vendor was trying to sell them to me for full price, but the Sculptor kept haggling for a lower price because he saw a few flaws with them and he said they weren’t worth the price the vendor wanted. I told him it was fine, but he insisted to get it down to a cheaper price, which he did eventually lol. And he ended up buying them for me, which I felt weird about, but he insisted. After that we continued to see the rest of the market, but we had decided to part and meet up with each other at the bar that night.

 

When night had approached, I remember one of my roommates grabbing this HUGE ass bottle of wine at the store for like four euro and it was pretty good, still my most favorite wine to drink to this day. We had pre-gamed with that at our apartment before going to the bar but I remember already feeling a buzz from all the wine I had. When we had gotten there, I also remember having two different mixed drinks and a pear cider, but I also didn’t eat too much before the wine. Then, we had seen that the bar offered Absinthe, something none of us had ever tried. And because we were out of the states and I was recently single, my roommates dared someone to drink it and try it so I volunteered (probably because I was already drunk as can be since I was 21 yet and didn’t drink too much back in the states to begin with).

 

The Sculptor still wasn’t at the bar and I was already drunk, but taking that shot of Absinthe threw me overboard. All I can remember is my throat completely burning and I drank my cider to cool my throat down. Right after I had that shot, the Sculptor walked in with his friends (I wanna say it was only 11pm) but he could tell I wasn’t doing too good because he said I was nodding off of the bar stool. After he saw that and the state I was in, he took matters in to his own hands and basically carried me outside, grabbed a taxi and went to his apartment to take care of me.

 


 

 

I woke up the next day not remember anything that happened, but realized I was in the Sculptors bed completely naked (seriously, like NOTHING on) and looked to the side of his bed and just saw puke ALL over his floor and also on some of my clothes :/ He came back upstairs and saw the puke and I kept apologizing, but was also guilty of having no idea what had happened the night before. He told me what happened (how I was nodding off and took me to his apartment and carried me up because he basically lived on the top of his building) and started cleaning up my puke. I told him to stop and that I’d clean it up but he insisted. I took a shower while he made me something to eat and I just couldn’t stop thanking him for that. The mood was completely shifted though after he had told me something that would change things: his girlfriend would be arriving the next day and would be living here with him permanently, which meant we couldn’t see each other here again.

 

I was pretty bummed while I was sitting on his kitchen counter watching him wash dishes. But he came over to me, stood in between my legs and leaned in to me as we made out right there. I felt like it was almost like a reassuring “we’ll still see each other”/last hurrah type of making out session, but it was amazing. He had put on Bon Iver’s new album in the background as he slowly took my underwear off and started to f*ck me and it was amazing, again lol. But it bothered me to know that on one of the nights I had stayed, he told me he loved his girlfriend but wasn’t in love with her anymore, probably because she had let herself go a LOT, like physically I guess. He also said he hadn’t had sex with her in YEARS and I kept wondering why wouldn’t he just end things with her already if he’s no longer attracted to her?

 

After that happened, I remember basically doing a walk of shame through Florence, wearing my coat and shirt, his track pants that my ass was too big for but no bra and underwear, with these BCBG boots with a heel haha because I had thrown up on those items of clothing I was lacking.

 

I remember us only talking while he was at school or out because he was afraid of his girlfriend seeing any communication between us. There were a few times we’d see each other at the bar we’d both frequent, but then slowly after time he wouldn’t go to that bar because he knew I’d be there.

 

There was one time right before Spring Break that he ended up coming to my apartment and stayed with me for the night, lied to his girlfriend where he was, and then we hurriedly left my apartment so I could catch my train to Rome for my break plans. There was even a time he invited me to drink with he and his art friends in a certain town square, but nothing could happen because they all knew his girlfriend, but it was nice to be with him.

 

The last account I have with him though was around the beginning of April. I was trying to see him whenever I could but he told me he was doing a lot of sculpting for school at his workspace studio in a different part from where I lived. I ended up walking that night to his studio and he showed me his artwork he had completed and work that he was still trying to finish. The picture featured in the first part of this post is from that night I got to see his work, it amazed me that someone was that talented to make anything like that.

 

After that point in time I didn’t really talk to him or really ever see him again, though we were friends on Facebook until he unfriended me because of his girlfriend. But this account in two parts isn’t the end of my “male-tales” while I studied abroad.

 

And alas this is where I’m going to end for now.

 

Again everyone, Happy Thanksgiving! It is my favorite holiday and a time where I truly reflect on all of the things I am blessed with and am grateful for, like this blog which is an outlet of all of my stories.

 

Keep it classy never trashy,

XOXO LadyLust from the Rock

 

 

 

XII. The Danish Sculptor

Happy Turkey Week everyone!

 

Okay well it’s not that much of a happy week yet lol. Its pouring rain outside, I’m stuck at work and all I can really think of is the weekend and the holidays approaching. But anyways…

 

First thing of business: this past weekends happenings!

  • So not much really happened when it came to men. Kept talking to a few of the old guys I’ve mentioned and a few new guys as well, just texting. One guy that I met on Tinder actually wanted to meet up (he’s from New Zealand!) but he got back to me too late so I left him alone.

    However, I did end up meeting up with the Bearded Artist (refer to posts I- ii and IX) instead of that other guy and it was a pleasant surprise to see him and be with him. Because he was busy volunteering all day, we didn’t meet each other until 10:30 at night. We had decided to meet up at a park we had met at before and just sit and talk for a little while before he had to pick up his cousin at work. He had really only an hour to spend with me, but one hour turned in to four hours haha. We were just talking and catching up with each other, talking about our weekends because we were texting back and forth the whole week but we never got to see each other. But I could slowly sense him coming closer and closer to me, plus he gently grabbed my hand to put on his beard while he put his hand on my legs, feeling my leg and going up and down. He then grabbed my hand to put in his and he held my hand, but then he pulled me towards him while we were laughing and joking back and forth with each other. I tried not to make eye contact with him, but then he held my chin and turned my gaze towards him and then he kissed me. That was the start of it all lol, we ended up making out for three hours straight, but he wanted to be closer to me (because we were in his car lol) so he suggested to go to the back of the car. Once we got back there we kept making out which is when he reach up my shorts and started to finger me. Well once that happened, one thing lead to the next and there you find me shorts-less and him eating me out like no tomorrow down THERE for like an hour. It was amazing. His cousin kept calling him but he kept ignoring him to be with me. Oops! (Not lol). After we completely fogged up the entire car, he finally realized he had to go (it was 2 AM) and walked me to my car, which is when he continued to make out with me, and even fingered me again. But besides all of THAT stuff, we had decided that we’d see each other again and that we’d do some things together for the holidays, like ice skating and seeing the city lights.
    I’m still quite surprised that all of that happened still because I’ve known him since February 2015 and he’s always treated me as a friend. Little did I know until that night he told me he’s always been attracted to me, but he hasn’t done anything to try until now. He had even told me when he introduced me to his friends back in February, a lot of them wanted to get with me or asked him about me and took interest to me. But even back then he didn’t do anything, but I guess everything takes place at a certain time for a reason…. So we’ll see where that goes.

 

Okay. Let’s continue with the story that I left off at in the last post.

 


 

 

Like I had said, I woke up the next morning and got a text from the guy who had rudely said he wanted to sleep with me after I had only known him for two hours. He was really drunk the night before and I was really turned off and repulsed by how he acted. But I was surprised when he texted me because he sounded (via text) pretty normal and very apologetic for how he had acted. I wasn’t completely convinced, but I could tell he was genuine. He kept asking to take me out for coffee or something to talk in a normal setting to prove to me that he was a gentleman, and not a douche like how he had acted. However, I was still with my boyfriend and my roommates were very resistant towards the idea of me going near that guy again.

 

I’m not gonna lie, he was pretty attractive when I had met him, and I found it interesting that he told me he was studying to become a trained sculptor, which is something you don’t hear too much in our day and age. But I loved my boyfriend so much that I kept my distance with this guy, who we’ll call the Danish Sculptor, but still texted him as a friend when he texted me because he was so interesting to me.

 

Well I believe a week had passed by since that ordeal and I believe I saw him back at that same bar which is where we talked normally, but I was still hesitant with him. Prior to this second meeting, I had told my boyfriend what happened because I felt like he had the need to know, and he was furious that that had happened. I reassured him that nothing would happen and that I loved him and that I would keep my distance from this guy.

 

Word of advice: Never tell a guy the whole truth or ALL of the details, but just the ‘need to know’ stuff. You’ll see why in a few.

 

After having this in mind, the Danish Sculptor had asked again to go out for coffee or tea, but I refused again. He seemed let down and determined to prove me wrong, but accepted my declination.

 

Now the weekend was over and I believe it was a Tuesday and for school, all of the students were required to go to this theater in Florence to watch a documentary-like movie for school which was related to the culture and happenings in Italy somehow. There were multiple movies you could choose from but my roommates and I chose to go this one movie about Africans attempting to illegally immigrate to Italy for a better life. I believe the movie started at 7 pm on Tuesday night and of course, the Danish Sculptor and I were texting and I told him what I was doing for school and he had told me to come and meet him for coffee after the movie because he lived a block away from the theater. I told him it made no sense to get coffee with me because we’d be up all night because of the caffeine. He then suggested dinner, but I told him I had eaten already. And THEN, he suggested to get tea (which I love tea) but he told me he had tea in his apartment. I told my roommates what he was texting, and they were worried for me to go by myself, but after texting him since we had met, I had changed my perspective of him and wasn’t worried that he’d be a serial killer or something. But again, I was still taken, I had my boyfriend back home, but I didn’t see the harm in having some tea with this guy either because he had a girlfriend and I felt like he wouldn’t do anything either. After contemplating what to do throughout the movie, I had decided after it had let out that I would meet up with the Sculptor.

 

I remember coming out of the theater and my roommates walking with me to meet him, and he was literally right down the road from the theater waiting for me on the corner of the street. My roommates reminded me to text them if I needed them and I reassured them I’d be fine.

 

He really did live right around the corner from where I was and we went up these narrow stairs to his apartment. I really liked it, it was a nice size and it was cool because there were these small set of stairs that went up to his bedroom area.

 

We sat on his couch and he had already had some water boiling before we had gotten in. I remember looking at his tea accessories I guess you could call them, and he had this small tea net thing that enclosed the tea leaves for you and it was small enough to put in your tea cup. Anyways, we sat down on the couch together and drank our tea and decided to play a card game, I believe it was Go-Fish! But he taught it to me in Danish because he was from Denmark and I was down to learn something new. After we were done playing that, we had talked to each other about ourselves, where we were from, why we did what we did (for him it was sculpting, for me it was music) and he even taught me some Danish words and I taught him some words in my own native language which he appreciated.

 

Time had flown and it was already approaching midnight and my roommates were worried about me but I told them I was fine and that I’d be staying over there because it was so late and he said he didn’t want me walking by myself there late, though he offered to walk with me. I told him it was cold and I didn’t want to inconvenience him. But because I didn’t have school until 1 pm the next day, I agreed to stay. I think I had his bed and he slept on the couch. I really had a nice night with him, getting to know him and realizing how cool and good of a guy he was.

 

 

Well I woke up the next day and the Sculptor had to go to his art classes and I went back to my apartment to get ready for school. I had kind of totally forgotten my boyfriend and didn’t realize he had texted me until I got back to my apartment because of the WiFi. He was worried that he didn’t hear from me the night before and I apologized saying that I was out and then came back and knocked out (which was sort of a lie but I knew he’d question why I went out with the Sculptor after I had told him what had happened the first night I had met the guy). So I had decided to tell him something truthful, but not the complete truth.

My boyfriend and I had continued to fight because he was suspicious of me just because of that ONE night but I reassured him nothing was going to happen, plus he was supposed to come up to Florence for Valentines Day and I was so excited. But he had shortly after told me that he had gotten into a small accident, which was going to cost him so much money because the way his family dealt with accidents was paying  for the damages to be fixed out of pocked instead of doing it through insurance because of the premiums I think. So because my boyfriend had tapped his neighbors car, it cost him $1000 which meant he had no money to come up for Valentines Day. I was so depressed the rest of the day and so let down, I didn’t know what to do, especially because my boyfriends’ mind was made up and all odds were pointing to him not coming. So I ended up texting the Sculptor and venting to him about what happened. I asked him how he even did long distance with his girlfriend and he tried to console me in any way he could. I asked if I could come over again to talk and he politely agreed.

 

And I think this is where I’m gonna stop, didn’t realize how long this was getting lol.

 

And if I don’t get a chance to say it before the day comes, Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

 

Keep it classy never trashy,

XOXO LadyLust from the Rock

XI. Study Abroad Beginnings

Okay…. So where did I leave off at?

Oh yeah, midway through my Junior year! Before we get going though, let me update you on a few things first:

  • So from my last post, I ended up going on a date with that one guy. We didn’t have any plans (which really screws me in the head because I always need to make plans) but he ended up taking me to this lagoon and we went night swimming! It was pretty cold, but my body got adjusted to the temperature… After like 30 minutes lol. We both got hungry after that but he literally drove aimlessly for another 30 minutes, when I was about to just scream and say choose ANYWHERE, but we finally arrived to this Mexican restaurant we both liked, had a nice conversation and meal, and then he dropped me off at home. I haven’t heard from him in a week though, but it’s fine because I’ve been busy with my own things going on in my life.
  • Remember Mr. Jiu Jitsu from post IX? Well I finally went on a date with him this past Sunday! He got back home after being away for five months and the day after he got home he had a tournament he had to compete in. I was actually supposed to go, but decided against it lol but he won the whole tournament which was good for him. I felt bad I actually kept him waiting almost two hours but I finally got there and wanted to eat at this new restaurant but the wait was too long, so we ended up going to another place, which is when he talked and talked the day away. I didn’t realize how much of a talker he was, though we had talked some on the phone. But he just came off as SUPER annoying on the phone. It was a pleasant surprise to actually meet him in person because I enjoyed myself more than I thought I would lol. Anyways we went back to the original restaurant we were going to eat at and went to it’s bakery instead and then we went somewhere else for him to get some dessert and talked some more. But I had to leave because I was with my mom and she was waiting for me and wanted to go so I had to cut our date short. I told him I had to go, attempted to walk really fast away from him, but he asked me, “Where’s my hug? 😦 ” So, I turned around, attempted to give him a hug which is when he went for the kill and kissed me sweetly a few times. I told him thank you for the nice night and I gave him a kiss back. It was really nice… but I still have reservations about him, like him being younger than me and him not having a real, steady job (all he does is compete in Jiu Jitsu tournaments). But it seems like we’re going on another date so I’ll keep assessing him more until I know how I feel about him better.
  • Also referring back to post IX, the Bearded Artist and I have not seen each other since that last time, but we’ve been texting a lot, and he keeps basically sexting me. It’s really weird because I just thought about how he didn’t even want to dance with me when I saw him out the last time with the Samoan Bronco, but now he’s sexting me and telling me he’s been attracted to me and wants to be with me…. Idk. I’ve kind of always had a thing for him, but because he never acted upon it, I didn’t even think about him like that since then. We’ll see if anything more happens from now until the next post….

Okay, now where did I leave off at….?

 


 

 

So I was finally home for the holidays, but it was hard being away from my boyfriend since we had just started dating. But we figured if we could make it work while we were away from each other, then we’d be better off than most couples. But what made it even more difficult was he was going on his birthright mission or something (I forget what the hell it was called lol) but it’s basically where Jewish young adults go to Jerusalem and it’s fully paid by their church and they go to the places where their ancestors were for a few weeks I think. It was hard for us because he couldn’t use his phone that often and we wouldn’t be able to communicate that often, plus he was over 12 hours ahead of me which made it even more difficult to communicate when he was gone.
We had made a plan though, that once he came home from Jerusalem, I would fly in around the same time and day and I would stay with him and his family for a few days until it was time for me to fly to Italy to study abroad.

 

Well it finally came time for me to go and meet up with my boyfriend and as much as I didn’t want to leave my family and home, I had missed my boyfriend so much and I was so excited to see him after being away for a month and a half (which was longer than the time we had actually physically been together with each other). I remember going through a different terminal to meet him and his family and he was so changed by the things and experiences he had in Jerusalem, it was good for him really. We went to a diner to eat breakfast (and I had never been to a diner before I think) and we ended up resting the rest of the day. It was a really nice week, my boyfriend and his family were helping me to prepare leaving the country, grabbing the last minute things I needed that I couldn’t necessarily get in Italy.

 

I remember my boyfriend helping me check in and walking me to my gate before my flight, like he did when I went back home. But this time, it felt like a much bigger step that was hard to take because I didn’t know when I was going to see him again. Well, wait. We had actually planned for him to come up around Valentines Day (currently it’s around the end of January 2012) and he would stay for a little less than a week, but after that I was really unsure of how we would make this work between us. Anyways, he was waiting with me at the gate and thought he could at least walk me down the ramp to the plane, but because it was a different airline, they wouldn’t let him come in with me 😦 I gave him the biggest hug possible and we literally made out in the waiting area lol, but we both held on to our plan that we’d see each other in a few weeks.

 


 

 

I remember the flight and just traveling in general was so long. My flight was to Zurich in Switzerland with a twelve-hour layover before flying to Florence. I was so exhausted, but somehow found that the airport had day rooms to rent, kind of like a pit stop area for someone who was stuck in the airport (like me lol). It was nice because I think it was about $25 to rent a room but it also came with access to a shower and an alarm clock to wake me up so I wasn’t late for my flight. I remember freaking out because I had no working phone and I had no WiFi, but I ended up renting WiFi in the airport so I could talk to my boyfriend to let him know I got there safely.

 

I finally caught my connecting flight to Florence and got there when the sun had already set. I had to grab my suitcase, catch a taxi and go to the Villa on my new campus to check in, and then I’d have to catch another taxi to get to my actual apartment, which was the furthest off-campus housing from campus.

 

I remember meeting my roommates and kind of clicking with one of my roommates more than the other. There were like ten rooms on my floor of the apartment alone, plus another floor of students who lived above us. There were a bunch of us that wanted to go out and check the club scene, so my roommate and I did go with a few of our apartment suitemates but not really feeling it. So the next weekend, my roommate, this other girl who lived across the hall from us (who eventually became our roommate because she couldn’t stand her roommates lol), and myself end up checking out this bar right around the corner from where we lived. If you were to look at it from the outside, it looks like a dingy, punk rock bar that was infested with local men, definitely not a bar that a tourist would go to. So it intrigued my roommates even more because they were the type of girls that were chill, didn’t like clubbing and pretty down to earth.

 

I also remember talking to my boyfriend before we left telling him I was going out and he was making sure I was okay. I told him I’d text him when I got back to my apartment, thinking nothing would happen and that I was just going out with my new friends I had made.

 

Well, we had finally made our way in to the bar and found a table and just looked around and conversed with each other. One of my roommates had noticed this one guy and started talking to him, finding out that he’s actually from California and that he’s been studying art in Florence for a few years. He was with a few of his friends who he introduced to us. Well my roommates were off getting to know those guys, I kept staring at my phone (not like I could actually do anything on it though) but one of the friends we had met had started talking to me, but he seemed pretty drunk. Well I thought things were going okay and we had exchanged numbers to hang out again at the bar. But then he started saying to me he wanted to sleep with me. I was very startled because I had just met this guy and I knew if my boyfriend was there he would’ve beat the crap out of him. So I nicely decided to step out, but that guy ended up following me, continuing to pursue me and our friends followed. From what I recall, he kept trying to apologize, while I was telling my roommates who told his friends what he said to me and they were pretty shocked because they all knew he had a girlfriend, but didn’t get why he was trying to go after me. After I had left, I didn’t think I’d see him again… But the next day I ended up getting a text from him on my temporary phone.

 

And this is from where I’ll continue the next time,  lol.

 

Keep it classy never trashy,

XOXO LadyLust from the Rock

X. Junior Year

So, I don’t know if I already told you, but I DESPISE Mondays (Well now it’s Thursday, but it feels like a Monday because of the holiday. You know what I mean lol). The weekend did not feel long enough… Anyways…

Quick updates before I continue my “male-tale” history:

  • I went on a date on Friday night! Went to this yummy Japanese restaurant and talked about all kinds of things. I’m not really sure what to code-name him, I guess we can call him the DILF because he’s a dad of three and he’s pretty cute haha. It was a sweet date, we went to Starbucks after and it was really chill. He’s over ten years older than me, so I think that’s why it was pretty low-key being with him.
  • I’m going on a date tonight with another guy. Pretty sure the plan was to go night swimming and then get some food after. I’ll keep you posted on that one later lol.

Oh! I also forgot that I had forgotten someone out of my story from my post Sophomore Year:

  • The summer before Sophomore Year had began, I had actually reconnected with a guy that was somewhat of a love interest to me in high school. We had met my Sophomore year in high school through mutual friends and we would sit on the same lunch table as those mutual friends every day because we all had the same lunch period the first semester. He and I would always bicker at each other during lunch because he would always give me a hard time, but I would banter back with him too. He was a friend, but a friend that I would get easily annoyed with lol.Well, second semester came and our lunch periods changed, but I’ll never forget running into him on the bus one day and he shyly asked me to accompany him to his Junior prom (he was a year older than me). I said yes in an instant, but I had just started dating The Orch Dork (refer to High School Beginnings post) and I told him that I would have to ask my boyfriend first. I was sure it wouldn’t be a problem though. I saw the look in his eyes once I told him I was dating someone, and it didn’t dawn on me until then that he had feelings for me, but he had never made them known to me in any way shape or form. Anyways, we go to his prom (it was my first prom) and we had such a great time, our pictures looked great and it was nice to be around friends. I know he wanted to kiss me at the end of the night but he couldn’t and he didn’t.Fast forward three years, we had reconnected somehow, I wanna say through FaceBook and we had exchanged numbers and ended up texting. I had just gotten home for the summer and he asked to take me out to lunch so we could catch up. He took me to Macaroni Grill and it was kind of dimly lit and somewhat romantic…But I’ll never forget when I saw him that day because he looked the same like he did in high school, but it’s like he grew out of his baby fat and just turned in to this husky, rustic, REALLY sexy looking man. I didn’t realize how cute he was until that day! So naturally I was stoked to see him. After lunch, we had planned to meet up again and go to a movie.That night I went to see a movie with him and we had leaned into each other making things much more intimate than we had ever been… I wasn’t ready to leave yet, so I had suggested we go and hang out somewhere and he knew of a park near by.

    We drove there and walked around the park and ended up in a dimly lit area by a fence in the park. I forget exactly what I said and what he said, but we had flirted with each other to the point where he had backed me into the fence, kept staring me in my eyes seductively and got so close to me that I could feel how hard he was, I’m assuming because of me lol.
    After that had happened I wanted more, but he wouldn’t give it up that easily and I wouldn’t back down either, but I guess that rubbed him the wrong way and we never spoke again since that time.

  • I also forgot to mention about another guy I met before the Game Changer and I had started fooling around. I’m not sure if you remember the story, but there was a point in time when I had stayed with him and he had dropped me off the next morning in a taxi and gave me money to catch my flight to start my Spring Break. Well when I was catching that cab, the Taxi Driver (that’s his name lol) started talking to me, asking about The Game Changer and what he was to me. At that time, I had said that he was a friend like a big brother, and the Taxi Driver had the balls to say, “That’s what I thought, because you’re too beautiful to be anything more to him” or something along the lines of that. Well after we had arrived to the airport, he gave me his number so that he could take me out when I got back from my vacation. I took the number, texted him and there was one time where he drove to my school to see me and took me out. We made out and that was basically it. He was an Arabic guy and he was pretty cute lol.

Okay, done! Now let’s continue where I left off after my Sophomore Year….


After that interesting year of being in school, I had finally gotten home and I had continued to see The Horny Mormon again I believe, but things were cut short because he was SO damn thirsty and ended up being in a relationship with some girl I think. But this is also the time I had met the Tongan Surfer and things began to ensue with him too (refer to post I – ii to refresh on the backstory of him).

Again, the summer had flown by and it was time to go back to school and I had scored Faculty/Staff housing for the first semester! I wasn’t too worried about the housing for second semester because I had planned to study abroad, but plans weren’t set yet because the application hadn’t opened up at that time. When it did come out, I applied immediately because I had all of the materials ready so it was super fast for me to apply.

Now being an idiot that I was and not learning from my past, I had allowed the Erectile Dysfunction to see me again, though things weren’t official. He would see me while I was practicing or even come to my apartment and…well, yeah lol. But I knew that I wouldn’t ever stop allowing him to see me unless I went away. I forget what happened, but I remember things ended mid-semester and it sucked but it needed to happen because I deserved more than what he could give me.

After we had stopped seeing each other, a few weeks later I found out that I had gotten accepted in to my study abroad program that I had applied for! I was SO excited and I remember even going hard and celebrating that night at this really big club in the city, not only for my getting into my program but it was also a few of my friends 21st birthdays and they were celebrating by renting a party bus. I had so much fun and got SO damn drunk.

I digress lol. Anyways after that instance, a month later one of my best friends told me about OkCupid, an online dating site/app that she had downloaded and had a date set up. All of that was still new to me and I was really hesitant in making one not only because a dating site wasn’t my style, but I was going to be out of the country for months at a time and it didn’t make sense to make one! But my friend insisted I make one for fun so I did. Well, I had ended up talking to this one guy who we’ll call the African Meathead. He was a black guy (which I’ve never really dated besides the Bronx Roommate if that counts) and I normally don’t date black men NOT because I’m racist (I actually am part African-America even though you really couldn’t tell if you saw me because I’m white as can be) but most of them I’ve found don’t know how to treat women with respect and carry themselves in a manner that I’d rather not be associated…. In other words some of them can be ratchet and a little too much for me. But this guy was very different….. He was actually born in Michigan but partially raised in the Ivory Coast in Africa and he actually went to college with a friend of mines from home! Super small world… He had majored in Biology I think, but was currently working for Teach for America or some program like that. On his spare time he would work out and run a LOT, which is why I called him a Meathead because he was SUPER buff lol. He even had dreads but he kept them clean and he dressed really properly, which is what attracted me to him I think, besides his intelligence.

On our first date he had taken me to dinner I believe, Olive Garden and I actually had some wine at dinner without getting carded (I wasn’t 21 yet). We had a nice time and then after he had taken me to the train station and we went our separate ways. On our second date, I believe he went walking and shopping with me and he even waited with me until my bus came and he gave me a big kiss. The third time we had decided that I would come to his place and stay with him…. I kind of knew what was gonna go down, but I had NO idea what I’d be in store for.

I remember laying in bed with him and he got on top of me while we were making out… Well he decided to take his pants off though he warned me it would be BIG but I was like, “Sure.. uh huh, okay”. So it came off and he WAS NOT kidding. It was SO damn huge guys…. I can’t even believe to this day that I took that like a champ….. Because all I can remember is laying there and literally crying because it was that damn big. That whole “Once you go black you don’t go back saying” is BULL because after that one time, I ran the f*ck back the other direction. Anyways…

Sorry that was all TMI (too much information) hahaha.

Moving forward….

So after that guy, I talked to a few guys but nothing came of it. Not until December when I started talking to this guy who was about an hour and a half away from me. I really liked his swag I guess you could call it, even though he wasn’t much of a looker. He was also Jewish, worked for an airline company and LOVED cars and planes. We had decided that we would meet half way between him and I in the City for our first date, and it was a big deal for him because he NEVER came to the City because he hated the traffic and the tons of people. We ended up meeting and he took me to see the big Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center (Okay, giving myself away a little but in this post you need to know the details because it was honestly one of the best first dates I had ever been on) that was fully lit up with people ice skating in front of it, it was really romantic actually…. After that we had gone to the tallest building in the City, the Empire State Building (giving myself away again) because I told him I had never been and he said it was one of the places I HAD to go. It was another really romantic gesture and I feel like he knew he got me with that one lol. After that, we went around the corner to get dinner, I think at this Korean/Japanese restaurant. After that he had taken me to the Grand Central train station and kissed me goodnight. From that point on we had talked and FaceTimed every day and the next time I saw him, he came to my school and my apartment, took me out to dinner and stayed with me, even though he lived really far away from me. I wanna say we ended up sleeping together with each other that night and the next morning he asked me to be his girlfriend.

There were a few instances where we had seen each other after that, I think I even caught the train all the way there to see him because he wasn’t feeling well, though he had planned to drive and get me to stay with him and meet his family. It was really funny because his mom was the stereotypical mom/woman of that area (she could be compared to Theresa from the show Long Island Medium) but she was so much fun to be around and she LOVED to shop. His sister was similar to his mom and his dad was pretty sarcastic and looked very stern, but once they knew that I was from the Rock and not a local of their area, they were all really nice and curious about my lifestyle. My boyfriend had even said that he could tell his dad liked me because he actually talked around me, something that never really happened with any of his past girlfriends, so it made me feel really good about myself. His dad had even offered to drive me to the train station on the way into work the next morning after I had stayed the night with my boyfriend and his family.

My boyfriend was really good to me. He always looked after me, always took care of me by feeding me lol and he even drove miles away to see me and help me pack and move all of my stuff up in storage once the semester had ended because the next semester I would be studying abroad in Italy!

Well after I had pondered on all of that, I got a phone call at 7 in the morning from my Best Friend (refer to my first post ever), which was weird because I hadn’t heard from him in months plus it was abnormally early in the morning for him to call me. Well, he too had asked me why I was up so early and I don’t know why I said it, but I told him I was catching the train back to school from my boyfriends house. Right after he heard the B word, he said he had to go and hung up on me. Turns out he didn’t talk to me for all those months supposedly because he was trying to surprise me when I got home because he had flown home for Christmas just to see me. I had broken his heart and I, of course, felt shitty. But I couldn’t do anything because I literally JUST got into this relationship with this guy and we had plans that once I came back after break, I’d stay with him and his family until it was time for me to fly to Italy.

I was really bummed because I had been waiting four years to meet my Best Friend and there have always been feelings between him and I…. But I guess it just wasn’t meant to be then. And it seemed like he hated my guts.

Well it was time for me to go home and because my boyfriend worked with an airline, he was able to come in and sit with me and wait with me until my plane arrived for boarding. I remember taking this picture with him and posting it online and he had said one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever said…

“I just don’t want to leave you…”
-You aren’t. You’re just going on the other side of the country”
“I mean I don’t want to be apart from you…”
-We’re not apart, we’re together. Distance is the only thing thats separating us.”

And hearing that made me feel like our relationship had no bounds and that no matter where we were, we could always make it work, even if I was going to go to a different country to study abroad. I mean, he worked for the airlines so even flying wouldn’t be an issue, right?

Well…. We’ll see.

Until the next time…

Keep it classy never trashy,

XOXO LadyLust from the Rock



IX. Updates on Updates

Hey guys!

So I know I’ve been MIA for almost a week now, but I’ve been occupied with caring for my mom. She had surgery done on Monday and I’ve been busy taking care of her for most of the time and doing all of the chores around the house too. But I’m back now so no need to worry.

I have quite a few updates to bring you in this post so let’s get started…

  • The night before Halloween, I ended up going to this guys house who we’ll call the St. Louis Firefighter. He was previously a firefighter but now works for the government doing Water Safety. Anyways, he invited me over but I didn’t come over until 12:30 in the morning. We were laying down on some pillows in his living room and we watched Serendipity (which I’ve never watched but he suggested it) and then I ended up falling asleep. He woke me up, which triggered something in him to start holding me and there was somewhat a lot of tension between him and I. Well, we ended up going to his room and cuddling and some foreplay began to ensue, until he stopped himself and told me, “This isn’t me… I don’t normally do this and I don’t want to disrespect you. I want to take you out on an actual date first… I’m so sorry.”When he said that it made me see him in a different light and I respected that, so I left and we had said we would see each other again. Well, we did see each other again, but we had actually ran into each other on Halloween at a hotel (he was staying there and my friend was staying there too). We waved at each other and that was really it. I know, that was so anticlimactic.
  • Now on the night of Halloween, I had so much fun and it was really low-boy drama. Started the night off with my friends from high school, pre-gamed at one of our friends boyfriends apartments, then we walked with my friends and his friends in our costumes. After that I ended up meeting with one of my best friends (who’s my old co-worker) and her friends and went to a club and ended up staying in our friends hotel room over night. A few days later, my most recent ex-boyfriend (I haven’t written about him yet but believe me, he WILL get his own post) texted me and asked if I had fun on Halloween. I asked him how he knew where I was on Halloween (he used the actual place where I was at but I’m leaving it out to continue my anonymity) and he responded back saying, “Because you passed me twice that night.” I was really shocked because I figured I would’ve seen him if he was there (and I wasn’t even that drunk at that point in time) but I guess it just shows how much work I’ve done to forget about him. He said I walked past his friends (who I knew really well) and he even tried to wave me down but I didn’t see him. I think it was meant to be that I didn’t see him because I don’t know what I would’ve done if I did. But I imagine I would’ve either turned the other direction, jump on him, or attempt to stab him with my sword (I dressed up as a Gladiator Woman thing and my sword and shield were SO dope.)
  • I was supposed to go on two dates, one on Monday night with one guy and one on Tuesday night with another guy, but they both had to cancel (Monday guy had to take care of his kids, but I’m seeing him tonight so I’ll keep you posted on that one! And Tuesday guy got sick but I’m going to see him next Monday so I’ll keep you posted on that one too.) So I ended up texting this one guy I was talking to months ago named the Bearded Artist (remember the Samoan Bronco from post I – ii? Refer to that to remember the story on that one, but I actually met the Samoan Bronco because of the Bearded Artist). I texted him because normally he always randomly texts me to check up on me and catch up with me to see how I’m doing, so I thought I’d return the favor this time. Well, we ended up texting so much that we had planned to see each other Tuesday night, before I had to pick up my brother from work. I met him at a park that he was working out at, parked behind him, jumped in his car and we just talked for a little over an hour, but he kept grabbing my hands to touch his beard and then took and played with my hands to slowly ease into holding my hands…. I could feel the sexual tension between him and I, but I don’t ever make the first move. So I had to leave by the time he was getting confident, but he wanted me to come over to his place after I picked my brother up. Well I tried to text him but he must’ve fallen asleep (he got another part time job so he’s much more exhausted than usual), but I took his hat before I left his car, so it’s kind of a guarantee that I’ll see him in the near future 😉 haha.
  • Last night I went on another date with the History Teacher (please refer to post VI in regards to the background info on him) at a seafood restaurant I’ve never been to but I’ve heard great things about. Anyways, he’s been trying to plan when to see me since our last date, but I’ve been so busy (as you can tell through my posts haha). He picked me up last night, but I was so full because I had already eaten dinner an hour before he got me. We had a nice time kinda… He talked the night away, and I just kind of sat there and nodded my head, trying to be a nice date. But we got in his truck and I got a really bad headache so I wanted to go home. While I closed my eyes, he went for the kill and kissed me. Now, I’ve kissed him before, but it really wasn’t that great to be honest… kind of slimy >.< But he’s a nice guy so I didn’t want to be a bitch y’know? But I cut the night short last night and he wants to see me again…. but I’m just not too sure about this one.
  • Because I’ve basically been off all week, I’ve been able to talk to my London Man (refer to the first post about this guy) much more than I usually have time to. I’m busy and so is he, but it doesn’t help that he’s about twelve hours ahead of me either. I was actually supposed to fly to London this week to see him for the first time, but he has to get surgery too. So he told me a few days ago that he would actually come to the Rock with his son in January for almost the whole month! He also dropped the L word with me and told me he loved me, which is kind of big for him to say because he isn’t very emotional at all. I don’t know if I’m quite there with him yet, though I do care about him a lot. But I’m hoping everything falls into place because I’ve been talking to him for a year and a half now and it would be great to figure out if things could work between him and I. So we shall see where things go with him once he comes here.
  • I’ve also been talking to this other guy off and on for the whole year really. His friend lives across where I live in these apartments and him and his friends usually stand outside on the road after work and just drink and talk. Well there was one night many months ago where he was kind of buzzed and parked in front of my car and was trying to reverse out of it and tapped my car and I got pissed because I saw it coming. Anyways he came up to apologize to me that night and after that he kept asking me for my number but I ended up giving him my KIK account instead. Anyways, he hit me up randomly a few nights ago, although it really wasn’t that random because he was across at his friends place. So I knew he wanted to see me but I barely check KIK anymore so he never got a chance to see me. Oh well haha.
  • The Rugged Dredger and I have been somewhat talking again, nothing crazy. Just as friends, but he’s talking to some other girl so I kinda don’t even want to create any type of friendship between us already. Idk, we’ll see.
  • Last update: So I’ve been messaging this guy on Instagram who we’ll call Mr. Jiu Jitsu. It was funny because it seemed pretty random how he added me on Instagram and then like a bunch of my photos on there too. But two weeks ago he actually DM-ed me and we started talking that way and come to find out, he’s one of my friends from high school’s cousins. He told me he actually texted my friend weeks ago, asking about me, who I was and wanted to get to know me and take me out. She told him I was taken by my ex-boyfriend (who I really wasn’t actually with, but I was somewhat seeing him) and said he didn’t stand a chance haha. Well he said he didn’t care and decided to message me and try to talk to me because he said he’s really interested in me. I think he’s gonna take me on a date when he gets home because right now he’s actually in a different state competing in Jiu Jitsu tournaments. It’s pretty cool, he’s actually sponsored by companies to fight and gets money and exposure in the sport for it, and I’ve never met someone who does that. He gets back to the Rock next Friday, competes on the Saturday after and then he wants to see me. So we’ll see how that goes too haha.

I think I’m gonna stop this post here guys, and I promise I’ll continue with my past stories from a few posts ago in the next post. Have a great weekend!

Keep it classy never trashy,

XOXO LadyLust from the Rock