Sleazy Sexting

A few weeks ago I had a date.  The date ended up in my bed and left the next day.  For the weeks leading up to Christmas we engaged in conversation via text and online messaging but he never made a move to go out with me again.  I spoke about this encounter in an earlier post in which you can read about here if you missed it.

The day before he left to Japan for a holiday over Christmas and the New Year, we met up or more true to the event he came to meet me to pick up his jacket which he left at my place. So I was drinking with Janey at El Loco.  Both Janey and I thought that he would at least stay for a drink especially since the day before when we were supposed to meet, he double booked himself.

But nope, he didn't, he came in and said his cab was waiting outside for him.  I was disappointed but said to him 'I don't care'.

The next morning, he sent me a text message saying how good I looked last night and me having a massive night also was in bed and wanted some company.  And so it began, the dirty text messages and I played along as I wanted him to come over but of course he didn't.

I didn't hear from him in days, but then one day I was at the gym and he sent me a dirty message, I didn't reply.  But a few days later when I was drunk, I replied but when I did, I felt really embarrassed.

Soon after, I was getting at least two to three messages a day, it just got really, really sleazy and I am just thinking this is really gross.  I confided in some friends and they too were grossed out.  I am just not sure if I should be treated like that.  With such disrespect.  I know I played along with it initially but now it's just plain disgusting.

Here is a little peek into what Mr Sexting said:

"I am masturbating thinking about you"

"I'd so love to cum deep inside you"

wait it gets worse:

"Can I cum in your delicious pussy or pull out and you swallow every drop"

I didn't reply to them but they just kept coming through and I just got more and more disgusted with it all.

Whatever happened to treating a lady like a lady and with respect for her?



Stay tuned for PART 2.

The fun house

Imagine a house with all of your favourite things.  For me it would be great people, a decked out kitchen, food glorious food, and amazing wines.

I actually went to that house just recently.

The friends that I knew that lived there all worked in hospitality.  I didn't have dinner but it was bbq kangaroo on a bed of salad with an exquisite mash - and I love mash!  I did try a slice of the kangaroo and it was absolutely delish.

I did have a glass of wine though, and the red that came out was just amazing.  So smooth, it was probably one of the best red wines I have drunk in awhile.  Next came out a bottle of white and even then it was pretty nice.

I couldn't say no to dessert, titled a Rhubarb Suprise, it resembled a crumble and served with a dollop of cream.  Absolutely fantastic.

And that's what you get for living in a hospitality house - a chef, a restaurant manager and a cocktail bartender.  The kitchen is decked with a KitchenAid, Global knives, espresso machine and variety of commercial cooking pans and pots.

What I also adored was the company and conversation.  We looked up words in Spanish we didn't know, talked about travel, outdoor climbing and just the love of life.  We talked about food, lots of food, wine, and dining out.  We chatted about friends, and being friends and before I knew it, midnight was approaching and I needed to head off home.

I went home thinking how lovely it must be to be in a home full of life, love and shared interest in food and wine.

Hip Hop you're the love of my life

When I listen to music, especially live music that I love, I get emotional.  Not a crying emotional, but I get a feeling that I almost can't describe.

It's like your stomach wants to scream, and you want to scream and the rush of all these feelings become too much to bear, too much and so much that you almost want to cry just to be able to release everything.

That's what Hip Hop does to me, when I hear artists that I respect, when I listen to what they are saying, the beats that come along with it, all I can do in the end is shake my head and stick my arm in the air.

So when Pete Rock did a set in Sydney, I felt it, that emotional rush, the wanting to get on my knees.  Well of course I didn't - that would be silly, I bowed though. Hands up, bowed and told him later in person his set nearly made me cry.  Probably embarrassing to say out loud but there were just no other words to describe how I felt.

Why would I get like this?  He's a DJ/producer from New York, my bro said he used to just rock up to a club and see him playing no big deal.  I on the other hand, had bought tickets to see him three months prior.

It's because sets like these you don't get to experience very often here in Sydney. 

But I love that I get so high on music.  Everyone thought I was wasted or on some sort of substance but I wasn't.

I was excited. 

Not too many times have I felt this way.  I can name them now, not limited to Hip Hop:

1. Pete Rock - Sydney - 2012

2. Tribe Called Quest - Sydney - 2010

3. Booka Shade - Melbourne - 2007 

Act too (Love of my life) - The Roots

Hip-Hop, you the love of my life
So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all)
And it sounds so nice
Hip-Hop, you the love of my life

Late night kissing

Do you remember my drunken fling in Melbourne in early 2011? If not you can read about it here.

Along with my bestie, he came with a few other peeps which made up our crew for the new year's festivities. At first I thought it would be an opportunity to get laid and it would make up my desire for a NYE kiss.  But then when I met up with them one evening before new years eve, it dawned on me that it indeed was a very drunken episode and it was quite awkward.  Or maybe he didn't really want to speak to me as he felt awkward also.  I tried to make conversation but it didn't feel comfortable so I didn't bother after that.

Later on that night we had gone to another bar and a guy went past me and said 'how was the Beresford?'
Obviously he was there earlier when I was there but I didn't notice him and I said 'it was good' and turned my back.

Later on, and after more vodkas, Smiz and I were heading towards the ladies when he came past again and asked 'how was the Beresford' and proceeded to high five Smiz and have a chat with us.  I don't know if I was attracted to him ... dark features, funny, friendly and quite good looking.  But I was feeling a little weird already with the whole Melbourne fling being around.  As Smiz and I went to the ladies, we both had our mouth opened in excitement.  At that time yes, I was quite excited and pleased.

Cut a long story short, he bought us a drink and we ended up kissing not long after a few minutes.  I don't know why but I was also extremely nervous, and kept making excuses saying I needed to go as I had friends from Melbourne visiting.

As I went to go, he kept pulling me back, and kept kissing me.  This made me even more nervous, like I was about to fall and crash down on my knees.  A part of my brain was questioning why I would feel so nervous, another part of me was thinking about my Melbourne fling being in Sydney and how awkward it was, and another part of my brain didn't feel anything, whereas another part of my brain felt so much excitement I just wanted to stand still and freeze.

We were kissing when the Melbourne fling walked past, I quickly pulled away and laughed, he probably didn't even care, but I wasn't sure if I did - it was just a fling after all.

I could tell all my friends wanted to leave, he didn't want me to go, but it was new years eve the next day and I was also worried about being able to have the energy to last through the night.  It was already 2am after all and we needed to be up and about by midday.

As I was walking down the stairs, I heard my name and he had run down the stairs after me. Wanting me to stay.

And you know what I did?

I ran down the stairs even faster and yelled 'I'm going!'

What in the world?

I can't remember the last time I was so nervous over a boy.  I don't know a thing about him and yet my stomach was filled with butterflies.

What's even weirder is that I haven't really heard from him since, I wonder what that was all about?
How can someone show you so much attention and interest, but ... won't make a decision to call you or make plans with you?

I even put myself on the line, sent him a text asking him to come out, that I owed him a sneaky pash in a corner.

No reply.

Confused much?