Hello again, boys. I'd meant to type this up last night, but I was incredibly tired from my day and the night before, so I decided to relax and be lazy.
Let me briefly bring you back in time to this moment from LR - 102:
There's not a lot to this, but I'll provide some background context on this girl. I went and looked through my phone to see how we got to this point: we matched on Tinder, had a short conversation, I asked for her phone number and Instagram (so I could get a better look at her), and we planned out a date for later that night. Her English is good, not great, and she struggles with understanding literal and figurative meanings of words, as well as expressions, so there's a slight language barrier sometimes. She also has a very thick accent.
Having returned from my vacation and had a weekend to relax and recoup, I decided to reach out to this girl again. The weekend prior, she hit me up, but I was still sick, recovering from the abuse I put my body through during that vacation. Like I mentioned in the quote above, she is an au pair from France for a gay family who has cameras set up throughout their place, so I couldn't go to hers. Her host family doesn't allow her to use their car outside of work, and I live with my family, so my place wasn't an option either.
Interest seemed high, so I asked her if she would be down to share a room with me, since we didn't have anywhere else private to go. Do note, I generally suggest MAKING THE PLAN, rather than ASKING, but in my case, I didn't want to spend the time and money on going up to Philadelphia if she wasn't on the same page - so I wanted to see if she would bite.
And she did.
She even offered to help me pay for the room. I declined that offer and told her all she had to do was wear something nice, and if she wanted to pay for something, she could pick out the bottle of wine we would share.
Now...I had a very busy day...I work from home on Fridays, but had an old plate (the one that I said re-entered my life after initially wanting "something more serious") hit me up in the morning wanting me to come over since she had the house to herself, but only for the early part of the day. So I banged her out, bought my groceries for the week, worked from home, went to the gym, and got myself ready to go up to Philly to pick up this girl and check into our hotel. By the time I checked in, picked her up, and brought her to the hotel, it was LATE - like around midnight.
The room looked much nicer online (it always does), but it worked for what we were using it for. She wore a tight-fitted black dress, some low heels, and picked out a bottle of pinot. I kissed her when I picked her up, we made out a few times in the room, and just sat there for a bit, talking, drinking, and watching a movie on the hotel TV. At one point, she commented along the lines of "I'm not as much of an angel as you might think", to which I replied, "I was hoping you weren't". We started making out again, but this time we went all the way. The sex itself was good; she had very big, nice boobs, and was otherwise very enthusiastic. Though something worth noting, because of her thick French accent, the way she talked dirty was more funny than arousing...the way she would say "you like my pu**y?" and "I want your di*k" was...different...
Afterwards, we cuddled, sipped more wine, and listened to her describe her journey that led her to the USA. We were both getting tired, but decided to go one more round before we went to sleep. I told her I had to leave somewhat early in the morning because I had to be home in time for the coaching calls I had with my guys. She understood, so we went to bed, woke up early, got everything cleaned up, and checked out.
I drove her home, kissed her goodbye, dropped her off, then raced home in time for my Zoom calls.
She's quite sweet and lacks the entitlement that most American women have. She was very thankful and appreciative of everything I did; everything from booking the room, to picking her up, to dropping her off, to even offering her water in bed after the sex. She was planning to take the public transport back to her host family's place, and didn't even hassle me for a ride - I had to insist. But as far as seeing her in the future, I won't be booking hotel rooms regularly and traveling several hours for sex, and she physically cannot do so because she doesn't have access to a car. She didn't seem expectant of the future, and simply appreciated the fact that I had spent time with her. We'll see how that plays out in the future.
What's kinda fun lately is that, while I was getting off a 2-month dry spell only about a month ago, I am now having the opposite problem. Now there's this girl, the one from 102 in Philly who got me off that dry spell (who also wanted to see me last night, but I was just too tired to bother getting ready to have a whole night out), the one I slept with earlier this same morning, the one from 104 in Ocean City who wants me to visit and spend the weekend with her next weekend, and recently another plate who fell off, matched with me on Hinge, and is down to hang out once she gets back from California.
At first I was thirsty, but now I'm kinda drowning. I can't be too upset and take it for granted, because I know how quickly that can shift, but I find it interesting how quickly that problem solved itself.
As a side thought, one thing that I wish I had more of in my life, despite all these recent women, is that there aren't many "baddies" around. The women I see posting about their OnlyFans while living out in LA or Miami, I'd love access to those women (physically, not in terms of a relationship). Unfortunately, that's not a reality in Delaware. Makes me kinda wonder how well I'd do out there, considering the shortcoming that I do not have much money. Maybe that's something I'll run into when school's back in session and I can meet some of the college girls out here - assuming they don't all fall into the category of turning cold when they find out I'm older. Anyway...just some shower thoughts I wanted to share.
Hope everybody is enjoying their weekend.
