Men Are Like Buses

With H blowing hot and cold, C has made himself my distraction.

That man can play a girl like a fiddle.

After our hot night he drops a line, I always bite, he reels me in and throws me back before I get comfortable.

I can't beat this one.

He's sweet and kind but also the ultimate player.

When I phoned him last night and the conversation turned to sex he got involved and then before it got anywhere said goodbye.

No, he got me involved, I don't think he ever was.

In fact, I'm not sure if I know him at all.

Called H last night and asked if he was free so I could go round.

For breathing space I made my excuses and went round this morning instead. Maybe it was nerves but the sex wasn't as good.

His mind was blown.

A brief conversation and he had to go to work.

A promise he'd send a message later today and I'm still waiting. I expect my instincts are right.

According to him, H is leaving the ball in my court still.

I almost fell into the trap but I got myself out of it at the last minute.

I need to know if we actually can have anything more than sex or if he is attempting to charm me with his words. I was careful not to take it in but he was beginning to make his imprint.

Why couldn't he have said nothing and kept it purely physical?

To take my mind off H, I had a date last night with C.

Three years ago C was verging on my type, now he prematurely fits the persona of an almost overweight, middle-aged businessman. I was disappointed.

His conversation was dull, his suit duller. At the same time he was charming and said all the right things.

When he touched my knee there was electricity. When he leaned over and kissed me into nothing I knew where it was going.

Still not convinced I slowed down my drinking when he suggested we head back to mine, drawing out the time to make my decision.

As we waited for the taxi he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. It was wrong but I wanted him.

At home he took off his shirt to reveal the stomach that had been protruding over his waistband all night. I didn't like his scent. It wasn't bad but unfamiliar and seedy.

The sex was rough but he took his time. It was dirty and I had no control. I was out of my depth but I want it again.

He left last night, I didn't want him to spend the night in my bed.

I've put a stop on sex until I get my head straight.

Thing is it's leaving me wanting him more.

He hasn't been in touch for 2 days and while I feel used, it's making me want him more.

I want to be rolling around in bed with him right now. Just thinking about it is making me horny as hell. Do I call or do I wait?