Riddle me this - if you started chatting with an ex that you left on barely good terms with, nearly had her in your bed before you had a dinner date with your girlfriend, then chatted the night away with the ex unitl your OTHER girlfriend showed up at your door to get you finally laid, would you remember all of this with shame or pride once the beer wore off?
While I don't knock the excitement of getting three girls in an evening, I do wonder why I was asked how he could break it off with the chick he left me for. I was left with "I need to talk to you more - I need a grown up in my life Sassy, these girls are so busy playing games I can't have fun with them anymore, plus you make me laugh, I gotta go."
I told him I was ready to throw him down and take advantage of his calling me on a night I happened to have to be 30 miles from my house and 2 freeway exits from him - but that I was conflicted because the resolutions I've set for myself (because of him actually) should have me ignoring this opportuinity... he told me to stick to my resolutions and we could chat later.
Right. After calling out of almost nowhere (I've deleted his number TWICE now for shits sake!), getting me all reved up for some hot sex, tell me its ok to stick to my gut instinct to not deal with sex unless its strictly sex (or date, but without the now typical good night fuck, so the "are you here yet, I'm hard and ready for you")
He attempted to woo me a bit later with "sorry for the back and forth, we need to hook up in the next couple of days." My reply was "I'd appreciate the fuck buddy, but I more appreciate a friend that tells me to stick to my resolutions. Which do you prefer to be?" I got a call 10 seconds later and heard all the uninhibited details of whats been going on with him (in the sexual realm anyway) since the weekend we stopped talking.
So, if you were to call an ex and have all this go down, what kind of outcome would you be looking for - besides the obvious?
Honestly, I'm tempted to get him all worked up like we are meeting for just the sex, come in, grab him by the pants, toss him on the bed, tell him he isn't built to be a player if he is going to care enough about his fucks to want a relationship with them, hand him a pocket pussy, turn around and walk out. Or, bring a roll of duct tape for his face, rip his clothes off of him, abuse him until his little hard body gives out or my pussy swells shut, THEN walking out without another word.