Classy Intellectual

Michael

I have a boyfriend now. I’m almost afraid to write anything about him for fear that later on… I’ll read it and feel ashamed of how stupid I sound again. lol  So I’ll just write about how we met…  I met my boyfriend at the Pyramid of all places. I forgot which one of my friends was throwing a party… and I went to support. I don’t really like parties at the Pyramid but I went anyway because I had nothing better to do. lol. So, I walk into the basement and as you know… I basically know everyone at parties, antisocial as I may be… lol But be and his cohorts were by the bar and I didn’t know them so I noticed them immediately. Or him rather. As many of you know, I’m not exactly outgoing and a bit clannish so my first instinct was to watch and figure out who -he- was. I asked Knowledge who was watching a movie at the time… and he said a couple of friends of mine knew him. I looked at him again, he was looking at me. Knowledge looked at me, asked if I thought he was cute to which I snapped a quick “no”. And he shrugged and went back to the movie. I tried to ignore him, but my attention kept drifting toward him. Every time I looked at him, he was already looking at me. Grrr… lol So I do what I usually do to forget. I drink booze! …which did nothing. Instead it just gave me the gall to approach him. Apparently with attitude… “Who are you!?” …that’s what I said all accusingly and snotty. He just stood there smiling at me… it was awkward. He told me his name and I asked to speak to him outside. We talked a lil and exchanged some info… That was it. Then we just spoke sporadically on Facebook. I’d see him from time to time at BAR13… I’d be drunk and I’d bug him, believe I even tried to take him home once, or coax him to kiss me… his reaction was… “No”, though he gave me a tap kiss to sate my creepy weirdness that day… lol We’d speak briefly online… or in person. He always was very sweet and friendly… except when he’d randomly delete me from fb. This is surprisingly what caught my attention. lol I mean why not be my friend. I’m nice, I’m awesome etc…  Every time I asked him why he deleted me he’d tell me it’s a long story, or… that he had problems and it just couldn’t be. Weird shit. lol I’m not sure why I found this infuriating. Also between these times he’d stop speaking to me… He would do things like tell me he had dreams of me and I think what really made me notice him was October 21st. I was sad and kinda lonely in the Poconos and he sent me this in a message and said he hoped I wouldn’t be mad: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wn3rDgBUCNk

I think after that day I saw him differently… but at that very brief period of time I was seeing JC… Which didn’t last long at all after that.  After he sent me that he deleted me again. lol I put up such a fucking fight that he added me back and apologized. He said he was sorry that he was dumb sometimes. I didn’t really ever understand his explanations to me… they probably didn’t make sense to him either. He decided at some point that he was going to move back to Mexico… and that was his final reason not to speak to me anymore. I put up a huge fight because I don’t understand why people can’t remain friends when one moves. He again gave me some bullshit answer to which I should have probably stayed quiet but instead I told him this was his doing, that its a choice he was making to cut me out of the picture etc. He seemed fine with it… lol In retrospect I’m not sure why I got so mad. lol Anyway, a week or so later was Valentine’s day. So… after not speaking and no longer being friends. I still messaged him on facebook and asked him to be my Valentine. My friends were throwing a party at the Pyramid so I said, at least let me buy you a drink and lets have a proper good bye the same place we met. His response was no thanks pretty much. lol That shit grated my nerves. So I figured rather than put myself out there again… I’d leave it alone for real this time. Though he stayed in mind I promised myself no to push anymore. That I probably seemed pretty crazy at this point. Then to my surprise, I got on facebook one day and he messaged me about doing a website for him… I agreed to… though frustrated. He’d rather give me money for work than spend time with me as a friend. Fuck it… So I told him where I worked and he said he’d stop by to talk to me. Ironically he works about 4 blocks away.  So he brought me breakfast that day… and didn’t speak a word about the website. After that I was suppose to come see him at his job  but I got sick. He thought I was flaking on him ‘again’. But he ‘coaxed’ me back with an offer to do a free tattoo on me. At first it was to cover the one on my wrist, but I told him he could put it wherever he wanted, and he chose my thigh.  I agreed, but we didn’t make any plans… he asked if I wanted to hang out one night. I said “Maybe”… but got dressed up super cute… and showed up at his job a the time he mentioned he’d be about ready to leave. He seemed surprised to see me. “I didn’t think you were coming”. I joyfully told him… “I knew you would think that. That’s why i’m here”. His boss who was there just kinda laughed and said “…she knows youuu Mike”.  He showed me the idea he had for the tattoo and made a date… but in the mean time… we started hanging out… a lot.  He would take me to places I never been to… it was actually super fun. He’d talk to me and was easy to talk to… We’d go to dinner, he was very polite and he didn’t ever touch me. lol Which also drove me insane. Like why the fuck am I going out with someone who won’t even hug or kiss me goodbye. Like purposely. After he tattooed my thigh finally… I tried to hug him and he refused. I didn’t know what to make of it so I texted him once I Got home and I told him simply that No one goes through life wishing they’d experienced less love or affection in their life, and that next time he saw me he should definitely hug me. Well the next day he came to my job… and he hugged me for the first time ever. There were a few tense moments… lol The night I invited him over to watch a movie with me. I don’t know why I was so shy with him but he tried to kiss me and I pulled away. He just about stormed out… I didn’t mean to make him feel bad or rejected I just felt so incredibly shy in the moment it was overwhelming… I actually kinda pleaded for him to stop being so mad and not go. He kept repeating that this was a mistake, he shouldn’t be here, he was so far from home… just random shit. Sounds really lame but I grabbed onto his arm and buried my face in his shoulder… and started to cry. LOL I felt so bad, I didn’t want to scare him away. Everything was so nice… The moment he realized I was crying he immediately stopped in his tracks and got really concerned and asked me why I was crying. I told him, I was sorry and I didn’t want to make him feel bad that I didn’t want him to leave. He sighed and wiped my tears and told me he felt stupid… then he kissed me… I made sure to swallow my nerves because I didn’t want him to leave… He stayed the night… we just cuddled, and spoke about random things into the wee hours of the morning. The following day we both went to work… didn’t really speak much. Then he sent me a message that it was nice chilling with me… (it read like we wouldn’t be seeing each other again). I played stupid and said thank you, and asked when I’d be seeing him again. He said we didn’t have to hang out anymore that he -knew- I didn’t like him anymore. WTF? I’ve never met such an insecure gent. I reassured him he was wrong in his assumptions… as annoyed as I was I made plans with him… and again it was a wonderful night out. Getting to the point we’re at now was like pulling fucking teeth. After the day he kissed me he didn’t kiss me again… for a long while. I asked him one day when he came after if he felt shy kissing me… and his eyes widened a little and he nodded… lol I figured I’d be sneaky and solidify any confidence he had ‘innocently’ enough. I kept scratching at my thigh tattoo, him being a tattoo artist particularly the one who did my thigh immediately said to put lotion on it. I told him I was too lazy and he jokingly said he would do it for me… to which I happily reached for the lotion and put it in his hands. He surprised… went about doing what he said would… He spread it all over my thigh and asked if he should do the other… I expected this… I smiled and nodded and he said… ‘you like this don’t you’. I nodded again and mumbled some shit under his breath. lol I turned my back to him and he kept doing what he was doing… then paused and jokingly said my ass could probably use some lotion too after all that. I smirked and told him he was right… He sounded surprised “really?” I said yeah… and looked over at him… he just kinda blinked and said okay… and proceeded to the task at hand and quickly opened my shorts and pulled them down a little… He slowly, reluctantly went from my thighs to my ass… and this is when I knew he would forever be my bitch. <3 <3 <3 lol My ass is lovely and it feels really nice covered in lotion… lmao.  Soo… he started mumbling under his breath, he was basically rambling obscenities in Spanish… lol he kept angling himself so he could stare at it. Asked me if he could take a picture. My immediate answer was no. He kept sighing and lotioning… lol it felt super nice… I dunno what it is about the way he touches me but it makes me feel happy, calm, feel loved… and lustful all at once. If I could have trained a man to touch me just as I like… he does this naturally… So… I was pleased. But the next day he told me he loved me LOL I’m sure the events weren’t related… but I thought it was pretty funny. From that day on any opportunity he had, he’d grab my ass. He likes it? Sometimes when we’re talking he’ll pull me on top of him and just shake it and jiggle it n shit… completely stop listening to me and zone out looking at it. Lmfao… guys are so strange. I suppose allowing him to do this gave him a certain level of confidence that the fact that I do in fact like him… or I wouldn’t be allowing him to do this sorta thing. Maybe this post is going in a completely different direction…