XV. King Kong

Okay guys, I’m about to spill some major updates/stories because there’s been a lot of action going on for the past few days… So here we go:

 

The Bearded Artist and I have gone through a whirlwind of happenings the past two weeks. I kind of freaked out on him because he’s been so damn busy with work and family things that I haven’t been able to see him at all. And on his one day off he had last Monday, he ended up going to his friends house to help her out instead of coming to see me, when I felt like I was patiently waiting to see him. Well that turned into one BIG fall out we had and he ended up saying he wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue things with me… I was of course so upset but I understood his reasoning. Well after giving him his space, I realized that the only way to get with him was to keep myself busy… So what did I do to keep myself busy you ask? That’s right, I joined Plenty of Fish… Hahaha.

(I know, it’s kind of messed up that in order for me to give The Artist his space I have to be talking to other guys. But I guess it’s the whole “if he won’t give me attention, I’ll get it from someone (or someones) who will” thing lol. It’s been working pretty well so far, as you’ll soon find out.)

I believe it was last Tuesday night I joined and once I did, my fingers didn’t stop texting to the guys that came across my profile. I’ve never actually had a POF account before so it was interesting to see how it works, it kind of reminds me of OKCupid, but anyways. After going on that site, I’ve found a few good suitors for myself, not physically, but intellectually. However, I ended up finding this one guy’s profile and just thought he was TOO damn hot to pass so I looked at it, and right when I did, he ended up messaging me

 

Note to all you ladies on dating sites: I don’t EVER message a guy first, and neither should you. Let them come to you because if they really wanna talk to you, they will.

 

Now, on dating sites guys, there are a set of rules you should ALWAYS abide by that are fixed to your needs and likes. For example, if a guy is younger than me, I don’t talk to them on a relationship level. If there’s no picture of the guy, I don’t talk until he puts one up. I also tell them not to ask for my number because if I wanted you to have my number, I would’ve given it to you already, right? Rules like that lol.

 

For this guy however, all rules went out the door, not only because of how attractive he is, but because of the info he gave on his profile too. I gave him my number within two messages we sent back and forth and we started texting that night. We ended up planning to meet up and go out together on Friday night to a club to dance because he said he like dancing (which got me really excited because I love to dance and it’s nice to have a guy to dance with lol).

There have been many other guys attempting to talk to me too, but I can’t use my phone at work and by the time I get off of work I’m so exhausted and/or busy that I don’t have time to go on the POF app, which is funny because I haven’t been this busy in a few, but I think it’s because Christmas is soon approaching and there were just so many things going on this past weekend for me.

 

Moving onward…. Friday comes and he had asked me to dinner, but my grandma was visiting (she doesn’t live on the Rock) and she wanted to take my mom and I to dinner, and he too had family visiting so he went to dinner with them. I had gotten home at around 8:30 pm, thinking he would be on his way soon…. But there I was ready by 10pm and he hadn’t answered my texts or calls…. So I ended up almost falling asleep until he texted me back saying there was some family drama, but he was on his way to pick me up. I wore this taupe pleather jacket, a flowing cream top, and jeans, with my lashes and make up on POINT and my hair in beach waves. He had this tight gray-blue thermal on and jeans and he looked SO cute, especially with his muscles bulging out of his shirt….

 

Anyways lol sorry, he picked me up in his new red Jeep and we drove to downtown to this bar that I knew was chill but had some good drinks and music that would be suitable for the both of us. He’s 29 and I’m 24 and our tastes in music are similar, but because he’s a bit older than me, he’s more into the 90s RnB and Rap type of stuff, which this bar/club played. We went to the back bar got some drinks and went out to dance but I definitely wasn’t drunk enough or loose enough to start dancing with him because I was slightly nervous being around someone I had just met. But he kept smiling at me, holding me making sure I felt comfortable and safe, and we attempted to talk in the club though the music was really bumpin’. We had tanked those drinks, and got a few more back at the bar, though after the third round of drinks, I was finally feeling okay to dance so we went out and danced to the music, him pulling me closer to him and me holding on to his shoulder and hip. There was this one song that came on that’s reminiscent to the Electric Slide that I was trying to show him the dance to, but he just wanted to watch me dance instead of him following me lol. While we were dancing there were a few songs that compelled him to pull me closer to him and once he did that, he ended up kissing me. It was really hot haha I can’t even begin to describe it, but it felt like no one else was there, just him and I.

 

We kept drinking and dancing, but that place closed at 2 am, so we left and ended up going to this other bar that served some food. Well when we got there they had stopped serving food by 10 pm but there was a guy selling hot dogs so we ate those and once we were done he took me back home, but instead of me leaving, we ended up talking until 4:30 in the morning. He ended up spilling and confiding in me about his past, about the things he’s seen and his rough upbringing and he didn’t know why he was saying what he said to me, but he knew he could be real with me I guess. He had asked if I wanted to come over to his place and I agreed, so we drove to his place and we fell asleep together at like 5 am.

 


 

 

I woke up at 8:30 the next morning but I had a lot of things to do that day so I was trying to be conscious of the time, but it was so hard to do that because I was so exhausted. But he was laying next to me and we ended up watching The Interview on Netflix and we talked about going to get breakfast because he had to go to work at 10:30 and I had a rehearsal to go to at noon. I had told him that he reminded me of an ape, and I then called him Monkey Man, just because the way that he’s built. But he then proceeded to tell me that he calls his parts down THERE King Kong. Hahahaha. I immediately started to laugh because I hadn’t seen his thingie yet, but once that was said we ended up making out, which is when he then climbed on top of me, took my pants off and… well you know what happens next haha. During that however, he ended up giving me this huge hickey on my neck (which was HUGE), but I didn’t care because I could definitely see why he called it King Kong… Haha. After that, we went to breakfast, with me wearing his shirt, my lashes still in tact, and the huge ass hickey on the front of my neck (I know, I’m a hot mess haha). We had a nice time though and then he took me home.

 

While he had work, I had a rehearsal from 12-4 and then I had to hurry and get some last minute groceries to bring to my friends house because we were going to have a gingerbread making party, which I had planned to make spiked hot apple cider and smores dip. I had a great time with my friends, catching up, eating, drinking and making gingerbread houses, but another friend of mine had asked me to go out with her and her other friend that night for the other friend’s birthday. I really wanted to, but I was exhausted from only having 3 1/2  hours of sleep, plus I had to wake up at 6 the next morning to go to church, so I bailed on her and I knew she was bummed, but I had told King Kong (I guess that’s what we’ll call him haha) that I would come over and bring him some of the smores dip because he said it sounded yummy.

 

I ended up getting to his place close to midnight and he fell asleep but woke up to bring me inside. Though I had planned to leave after I dropped the dip off to him, we ended up cuddling and I just said screw it, and decided to wake up early to get back home by 6:15 and set my alarm and stay over.

 


 

 

I woke up at 5:20 am and naturally so did he, but we continued to cuddle for a few more minutes before I had to leave. Well one thing led to another and King Kong started to touch me all over, and I felt his king kong awaken haha. He pulled me on top of him and intercourse began to ensue… He put me on the bottom after I was done on top and it felt so amazing…. But I had to hurry and leave because I had to make sure I was home on time. And thank sweet Jesus I made it back in time, even after all of that happened earlier in the morning lol.

 

I haven’t seen him since then but it’s because it’s the work week right now, though we are planning on going to a movie and maybe spending Christmas Eve or Christmas together, so we’ll see where that goes lol.

 

I have another update as well, but I think I’ll save it for the next post since this one is getting lengthy lol.

 

Have a Merry Christmas everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read my blog, my stories… I know this is a busy time of year, but I’m so grateful for you.

 

Keep it classy never trashy,

XOXO, LadyLust from the Rock

 

 

 

 

XIV. My Italian Man

It’s 8 more days until Christmas guys!

 

And… I guess I need to apologize for being MIA longer than I usually am, but it’s that most wonderful time of the year, which includes shopping for what feels like a million people, dealing with longer traffic times and really just being busy in general.

 

I don’t think I really have any major updates… Just some small ones I think:

  • The Bearded Artist and I are doing alright…. He’s been busy working doubles at his job and I’ve just been patiently waiting when we’re going to see each other next. I know we’ve planned to meet up to exchange Christmas gifts and there’s a possibility that I may spend New Years Eve with him and his family, which is kind of a big step because he doesn’t ever introduce girls to his family. I mean it’s a big deal for anyone really, and he even asked if I came would it mean we’re together or not. Idk, things seem promising but at the same time not, if that makes sense.
  • There’s another guy that keeps popping in and out, but I’m really not that interested in him. I’m not sure if I’ve talked about him before, but we met on OKCupid and he seemed alright, but when we started talking he seemed like he was going in too deep too soon. He would talk about what if we were together and me being his girlfriend and I was like bruh, I BARELY KNOW YOU CAN YOU CHILL?! -___- Anyways… I was really pissed at him a week or two ago because he was trying to get another picture of me and said, “Can you send me a picture? I kind of forgot what you look like,” thinking that would get him what he wanted. Instead, I bitched him out via text, thinking WHO THE F DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! If anything, I’ve had guys MUCH HOTTER than him tell me they can’t forget my face as opposed to saying they forgot what I looked like. But let’s calm down here and not re-hash how pissed I really was because I was PISSED.Anyways, I’ve cooled down and he texted me again and he told me he was going to come to town (he lives in a different area than myself) with his friends and wanted me to come with him. I said maybe/I’ll think about it… I’m still rubbed the entirely wrong way with this guy, but we’ll see if fortune plays in his favor.

 

I can’t think of another update off the top of my head, but I’ll update later if I can remember…

 

Let’s continue with the last of study abroad male-tales…

 


 

 

After I had seen the Danish Sculptor for the last time and I was done with the African Bouncer because he seemed borderline sketchy, I just tried to live and have fun with the remainder of my stay until the semester was over.

 

I remember it being April almost time for my birthday, but there was so much to do for school that it was somewhat the last thing on my mind. I had my school routine down by that time of the year and there were many times if I was too lazy to walk, I’d just catch the bus to the center of town, and then catch another bus up to school.

 

Well I remember there being one day of the week that I didn’t start school until the afternoon and waiting for the bus to go to campus. Well I had got on to the bus and found one seat that was next to the window and I sat there. I was listening to my iPod on the way to school like I normally do, but I felt as if someone was heavily staring at me from behind. I slowly turn to look out for myself, which I then see one man smiling at me. Once we made eye contact, he approached me and stood up in front of my seat, holding the pole trying to talk to me. The only problem was he was only speaking in Italian and once I attempted to talk to him in English, I found that he could only speak in Italian.

 

I was a few stops away from my spot, but no matter what I said in Italian to him, he wouldn’t move and let me pass to get off of the bus. I kept telling him in Italian I had school, and he kept telling me that he wanted my number. I kept telling him no, but Italian men are relentless. So in order for him to stop cornering me, I gave him my number, he was appeased, and then I escaped so I wasn’t late for class.

 

After school is done, I get a text from that guy, I guess we’ll call him the Italian Man, and he asked to call me. So when I got back to my apartment, he was trying to talk to me in Italian and I could comprehend what he was saying, but I couldn’t respond in depth back to him (Guys I’m not totally incompetent when it comes to Italian, I actually got one of my minors in Italian so I definitely understood what he was saying, it was just hard to communicate back to him thoroughly lol).

 

I remember making plans with him on this one night of the year called White Night, or La Notte Bianca. It’s the one night of the year in Florence (actually they have these all over Italy and possibly all over Europe if I’m not mistaken) where the entire town stays open until the sun rises (normally things in Florence close at 8 pm lol), the streets are filled with people, all of the bars and clubs are open and packed, and everyone is on a holiday the following day. Anyways, we had talked and our plans were that he would meet me at this one bar in the town square right next to where my apartment was and then go from there I guess. I told my roommates I’d meet up with them at our usual bar after.

 

I remember him being dressed up in this polo shirt when he met me at the bar and I wore a white dress (thinking that was the tradition for White Night, but it wasn’t lol). He bought us drinks and we just started to talk, he talked slowly for me to understand and I attempted to talk to him so things weren’t just stagnant. He claimed he was 28, but he looked a bit older than that to me but whatever, it’s something I’ll never know lol. We had proceeded to another bar across the square, got another drink, and then I asked him if we could go to my usual  bar so I could meet my friends.

 

I remember getting to the bar and my roommates giving me those looks they always gave me whenever any of the guys I was seeing before were by me lol. But I remember my Italian Man buying me a rose, and then once I asked he bought my roommates roses too lol.

 

After that point in the night I don’t remember much that happened probably because I got so damn drunk, but once I was drunk, my Italian Man took me back to his place, and since I was drunk, I was more comfortable to speak in Italian to him. I asked him who he lived with, where the bathroom was, stuff like that. Well once we had gone back to his place, I remember laying on his bed, and he got on top of me and starting making out with me. One thing lead to another and I’m pretty sure we had sex and it was good, but I was so damn drunk that I was really unsure of what was going on…

 


 

 

I wake up the next day in his bed, thanking God I didn’t have school because I would’ve been late, and also wanting to kill myself because I had realized we had sex, but I didn’t pee right after we did!

Note to self: ALWAYS pee after any intercourse, just to be safe… You’ll know why in a bit.

 

Well I had left him to go back to my apartment and get some homework done, plus later that week there was a recital that I had to sing in and there was a musical based on an Italian story that I was asked to be a part of too. But later that night, we had planned to have dinner together in an osteria near his apartment.

 

As the day progressed, I felt myself getting nauseous but I didn’t let it get to me because I had so much to do. But when it came time to meet up with my Italian Man for dinner, I was so nauseous that I didn’t even want to eat dinner. I ended up staying over with him again, but the next day I could tell that what I had was UTI. I was so worried because the doctors in Italy is a bit different than how it is in the States. Well the next day I wanted to go to the doctor but I believe it was another holiday and school was closed so I had to contact one of the schools counselors and ask them what to do. They told me to go to this sort of urgent care there where the doctor would examine me and then give me a prescription to get the medicine I needed. So I went there, but something happened I don’t think I could get my medicine… I think the pharmacy was closed because of the holiday. So I had to wait the next day anyways.

 

The next day however, I totally forgot it was this BIG rehearsal for one of the things I was asked to do in the Music Department, but I felt like walking death literally. I ended up leaving school early, got my medicine and got back on the bus and I was so dehydrated that I took the wrong bus and went to the complete opposite side of town! And I guess no one told my teachers that I wasn’t going to class because I was dying, so someone called me asking where I was and I said I was going home.

 

After a day or two, I finally felt better, and my Italian Man kept checking on me. But a week or two later, it was time for me to go back to the States, so Italian Man had planned dinner for the both of us and then took me to this kind of hipster bar and we had a nice time. He kept telling me the only thing he could say in English, “You are very beautiful,” and also kept telling me in Italian he wanted to marry me and follow me back to the States. As flattered as I was, I was like ehhhh maybe not lol.

 

We had exchanged numbers and emails, but I didn’t hear from him once I got back to the states. He wasn’t very tech savvy, but it was nice to have an experience like that while I was abroad.

 

Okay this post is LONG over due so I’m gonna end it here! Until next time…

 

Keep it classy, never trashy!
And Merry Christmas if I don’t get to post again before then!

XOXO, LadyLust from the Rock

XIII. The African Bouncer

Hey all!

 

I can’t believe it’s December already! Time flew so fast for me this year and I find myself reflecting on all that’s happened. I’ll probably write a post about this year eventually after I’m done going through my male-tales chronologically, but until that time comes let me continue with where I left off at.

 

Oh wait, I need to write some updates first:

 

  • Did anyone else brave the Black Friday shopping day like I did? Well, I didn’t go alone. I’ve been talking to this guy I met through Tinder and he wanted to go on a date with me, so he came up with the idea of going Black Friday shopping, since that’s what I was planning on doing originally by myself. The plan was that he would meet me at the mall at 5 am and he would be the one to wait in the lines for me and so on and so forth (that alone earned brownie points for me in my book lol). Well it sounded like a perfect plan until the morning came, I was there at 5 am and he wasn’t. I kept texting him and then he finally answered at around 6 am. He apparently had too much to drink the night before and overslept. It was okay though because I ended up hitting up the places that weren’t too crowded and I got in and out in minutes. I went to this other store that I had seen when I first got there in the morning and the line was long, which is why I decided against waiting in line for that store first. Well when I had gotten back there for a second time, the line was longer so I decided to stay in line and wait (which is when I thought I wish that guy had met me on time so he could’ve waited in line for me 😦 lol). Well two hours after I had braved that line and gotten through and checked out, he finally showed up. My first impression of him was that he looked the same, but I guess his pictures online distorted how he really looked in person. He wasn’t completely awkward like the History Teacher, but he was missing some teeth and not that physically attractive. Well, I got over it so we could enjoy the day and he more than made up for his tardiness because he ended up waiting in another line at another shopping center for two hours for me, got my breakfast, took me to lunch and to a movie. I was surprised that he didn’t try to kiss me goodbye, but I’m also glad that he didn’t. He’s tried to text me a few times since, and I’ve responded, but because of the things he told me about himself and his physical appearance, I’m unsure if I want to allow myself to be pursued by him, as shallow as that sounds.

To be fair guys, I really am not a shallow person. A guy doesn’t need to be physically perfect to have me, personality rules that for me. But I need to find at least ONE thing attractive about a guy, as big or small it may be.

Okay, on to the next update:

  • As you know I’ve been texting/seeing the Bearded Artist much more than I did when we had first met each other. Well on Saturday night, I was home by myself and we were texting back and forth to see if we could see each other, but I was out of a car, so was he and he was feeling sick. Well he pulled through and ended up coming to pick me up despite the cold he had. We went driving around and ended up at a restaurant for me to eat, but once we parked we ended up making out and all I was hungry for was him. We ended up driving around and he found this small street where he parked in the middle of the road and ended up making out with me again, fingering me and giving me more hickies. We thought we had parked on a secluded street but there were at least twenty cars that drove past us! After we were both somewhat satisfied, we went back to the same restaurant and ate while our different groups of friends kept texting us asking us to come out. Once we were done, we walked back to his car and he leaned against it and we held each other and made out again, even though there were a few people trying to get to their cars and do there jobs in the restaurant lol. We didn’t care though, well not until it started to rain. After that we both got in his car, picked up his cousin and took him to work, then he took me home because I had to be up early and he needed to rest. But when he had reached the front of my house, my mom had just gotten home too, so I told him to drive further up the road to wait it out until she was gone. Well a few minutes turned into over an hour of making out at the top of the road and other things (as you can imagine lol). When we were done, he had dropped me off back home and we talked about the next time we’d see each other, and hopefully going ice skating :)I don’t want to get my hopes up, but we both seem pretty in to each other and really happy with each other too. He talked about trying to introduce me to his mom because he wants me to stay over with him lol, but all of the plans he devised seem unnatural and awkward, so I’m hoping he just mans up and does it soon. But he also told me he’s never had any girl stay over before either, so it kind of seemed like a big deal that he wanted me to come over… But I then asked him what would that make us if I were to stay over, especially if he’s never done that before? There’s a lot of things to consider, but I guess time will just have to tell….

 

Hmmm…. Do I have time to introduce you to the next “chapter” of the male tales while I studied abroad? I guess we can try….

 

 


 

 

While I had met the Danish Sculptor, I had actually met this other guy at the same bar I met him. Funny thing was this guy was a black African male (yes like FROM Africa, crazy I know). He immigrated from Cameroon (if any of you are familiar with that place) and he actually spoke some English, Italian and French fluently. I normally don’t go for black guys (even though I am part African-American) but he had these really nice muscles, not too bad of a face either and he always seemed to flirt with me when I would come to the bar.

 

There was one time I got a little too drunk and this Italian guy started talking to me (in English surprisingly) and he seemed like a cool guy, until he told me he wanted to sleep with me while his wife and kids were at home…. Fricken raunchy. I was so disgusted, and there were his other colleagues around him I guess trying to egg him on. But the Cameroon man stepped in and tried to make him back off, partially because he kind of had it out for me, but also because he was the bar’s one and only bouncer haha. I thanked him after the fact and while I was drunk I was talking to him, asking him his name and I noticed he was wearing a red beret. I took it from him and wore it basically the whole night, while he just wore his tight thermal shirt and leather jacket.

 

Well a few weeks went by and my roommates and I would frequent the bar he worked at and there was one week in particular that I won’t ever forget. He spotted me as if I was the target on a dartboard and started talking to me, asking me to meet him near the bathroom. Now mind you, the bathrooms are DISGUSTING. This is the manliest bar you’ll ever go to, and the bathrooms don’t fall that far from the tree either… Anyways I met him there and he took me into one of the bathrooms and ferociously made out with me. I wasn’t really complaining because this was after the Sculptor and I weren’t really talking as much so I was down haha. Well one thing lead to another and he slowly pulled my leggings off and messed around with me IN that awful bathroom. It was kind of crazy, I had never done anything like that before in such a setting, AND this guy was supposed to be working  but he was f*cking me instead.

 

Well the more I went to that bar, the more this happened between the two of us and he kept asking me to wait for him after work to go home with him but there was something inside of me that didn’t completely trust him like I did with the Sculptor so I refrained.

 

I remember there was one night that he actually was off of work on a weekend and he asked me to meet him at the bar and he was going to take me somewhere so I said yes. We met in front of the bar and eventually we walked to this club called Space. It’s actually a pretty big club brand in Europe and it was pretty cool. But when we had got there, we got in for free and we didn’t have to pay for anything because all of those bouncers were his friends. When we got in he bought me a drink and then we ended up dancing with each other, and he could really dance lol. Pretty sure we made out on the dance floor too. But I told him I had to get home for something so we left and when we did we had to part ways because we lived in different places. He pleaded for me to come home with him but I said no, so he accepted defeat lol.

 

I think after that night I realized he wasn’t going to stop until I came home with him so I kind of slowly detached myself from him and eventually I think he got the picture.

 

Hope everyone’s having a Happy Hump Day, I’m gonna cut this shorter than the last posts because there’s so much to do today.

 

Keep it classy never trashy lovelies,

XOXO LadyLust from the Rock