We met last year at a pub. I was immediately struck by how handsome he was (tall, blond hair, blue eyes). He was chatting with a friend but I noticed that he focused most of his attention on me. We played the “smile and look away game” for about 20 minutes, until he made his way over to the bar where I sat. He accidentially (on purpose) brushed against my arm. My whole body was tingling and I blushed. He smelled perfect and he was dressed casually in jeans, v neck sweater and a blazer. He playfully tossled his hair and my heart was pounding. I have never wanted someone so badly. As he waited for his drink he glanced at me and gave a beautiful but nervous smile. I could tell he wanted to strike up a conversation, but wasn’t sure how to start.
He received his drink and I thought “ok this is it, he’s going to walk away and not say a word”. As I was mustering up the courage to embarass myself with an awkward “how’s it going”, he turned to me and said “are you here alone”. Bam! The German accent hit me like a ton of bricks. Yes, this place has been my hang out for a few years and I know a lot of people who come here. I never really feel “alone”, I told him. He smiled and invited me to come and sit with him and his friend. I agreed and the three of us spent the rest of the night drinking and getting to know each other. They were students studying at one of the engineering schools up the road. I wanted to kiss that school for bringing such hotness into my life.
At the end of the night they invited me out again with them the next day. I gladly accepted. So we met up and my guy and I spent the whole night flirting. He was very touchy and affectionate. We didn’t sleep together until a couple dates later, and this is where it started to go downhill. He was fantastic at foreplay and his touch was soft and sensual. I was extremely giddy with excitement, and then…the underwear came off. Excitement was replaced by sadness and disappointment. To put it mildly, he wasn’t very big. Think of it as a short hot dog wearing a turtle neck. I know, I know, I shouldn’t be “that woman” but darn it, size does matter. So I had one of two choices, I could run off screaming or stop being so petty and open myself up (no pun intended) to the experience.
I should have run off screaming! The sex was terrible! He didn’t have any rhythm and to be honest half the time I didn’t know whether he was “in” or not. Fast forward 10 grueling minutes later and I’m lying there staring up at the ceiling trying to figure out what just happened. He was completely satisfied and on his way to la la land. I managed to get some rest and the next morning he was ready for round two. I tried everything I could to spice it up, me on top, doggy, dirty talk, nothing worked. He was throughly enjoying himself and I was thinking about my next hair appointment. Enough was enough! I had to tell him that I was unhappy sexually. He called me the next night and wanted to have me over to his place for dinner. Aww…he’s making me dinner, I thought. My cold heart melted and I decided not to tell him about his “shortcomings” tonight. After a few glasses of wine we started fooling around. Again the foreplay was great, but I knew what came next. I reluctantly followed him to the bedroom. I mean, he was nice and I loved spending time with him, but how much more can I endure? 11 minutes of awkward thrusting later I was back staring at the ceiling while my guy was greeting the sandman.
I decided to express my concern. We went out for a few drinks one night, and I casually asked him how he felt about things “in the bedroom”. Ja, das ist gut”. Wunderbar! Well now I really didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Here he was enjoying my body, and I was totally turned off by his. He asked if I was happy and I hesitated. Well not exactly, I told him. I think things could be better. How so was his response. To this I had no answer. I mean how could things be better. I tried different positions and forced myself to get in the mood, and nothing.
He was extremely hurt by my lack of response and left me sitting in the bar alone. I can honestly say I don’t blame him. My approach wasn’t the greatest and I shouldn’t let a little thing (no pun intended) like this ruin our otherwise fine relationship. All these things sound great, but reality is a far different story. I just couldn’t take another night pretending to enjoy myself. He was so attractive and so nice, and he deserved to be with someone who appreciated him for all that he was.
I ended things with my hot german boy. I’m sure he won’ t have any trouble landing another lass. I now have a new boyfriend. His name is Bob. He never disappoints and I when I’m done with him I place him on the wall for a recharge.
