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Arrowbound: It is interesting to me too, and something that I've been doing a lot of thinking about. Your perspective is always valued!

Headed into the city in my new dress, my nerves contained to only packing one small backpack for my overnight date with Mischief. The drive in was the smoothest it has been in a long time, and I arrived with time to spare in the city. I found parking, and made my way to one of my favourite tapas bars, where I had made reservations for Metro and I's first date. After making my way through some heavy/greasy flirting from the doorman and the maitre-d, I spotted Metro in the corner. He looked exactly like his photograph - refined and good looking, clean cut, he was dressed sharply and smiled at me as I wove through tables towards me. "Wow, you are utterly gorgeous," he said, standing as I approached the table - I do like old fashioned manners, and I felt shy under his compliments but thanked him just the same. He'd chosen a little booth where we would be sitting side by side, and after decided on cocktails/wine and perusing the menu we launched right into getting to know each other. Interesting, educated and engaging, he had tons of funny stories, a self deprecating sense of humour that was charming and an excellent vocabulary.... try as I might though, I just couldn't muster up attraction to him. Something about our chemistry was off, and while I found myself wishing it wasn't at times, I accepted the fact and decided to just have a good time anyways. He made it clear several times that he was very interested in me, found me attractive, but.... Nada. Nothing. I felt guilty when I went to the bathroom and was excited to see a txt from Mischief assuring me that he would be returning from an afternoon BBQ by 8, and txted him back that I was looking forward to it. When it came time to the bill, I knew that I wasn't going to go on a second date, and put my credit card in with his - I never let a man buy me dinner if I don't intend on seeing him again, but he took it as a sign that I was merely a modern woman and said how attractive that was too. Le sigh. Ah well. He walked me to my car, and I went to give him a kiss on the cheek and he totally stole a quick mouth smooch! Bastard! (In a funny way, not in an angry way - I have no problem with a man making his intentions known, but it still caught me off guard!) He emailed me first thing the next morning to ask me out again, and I wrote him a sweet email wishing him luck on his quest to find a lover (or his ideal, two or three long term lovers) and thanked him for a wonderful evening. Can't argue with chemistry, and while I'm kind of sad because he's a great guy, he's just not for me, and there's nothing personal about it.

I fired up my rdio app, and listened to Kimbra on my drive towards Mischief. His area of town is so glossy and sleek, and I was a little nervy as I pulled up to his parking garage. Two security checks, various fancy gates and doors later, I was being whisked upstairs in the elevator and slipped out and knocked softly on his door. He informed me that I was the first person to ever "run the gauntlet" and get in on my first try - apparently people head out the wrong doors, punch in the wrong codes, etc and he has never not had to go down and rescue someone - I laughed, as he said it like I had passed some kind of test, and his mouth was on mine immediately, munching up little pieces of my smile and making me feel a little swoony. I deposited my bags and drank a couple of large glasses of water, unpacked the books that I had brought with me for his boys - Calvin & Hobbes and a book of poetry by Shel Silverstein that I loved when I was their age. We talked, smooched here and there, and then went down to his car to drive to a restaurant for late night munchies.

He chose this cozy and charming little Mexican place with a modern take on some old classics. Lime margaritas and holding pinkies over the table, we talked about previous relationships, and I felt his walls chip, chip, chip away as I celebrated a connection that he has been exploring with a FWB that he has known for a long time. I think I surprise him a lot of the time, and it's a good feeling to know that he's starting to trust that I won't say/do the status quo with him - enables us to just talk without having to feel protective, and for me, that's pretty integral to any kind of intimate relationship.

Back to his house, we go upstairs, and what does he do? Open the EXACT same kind of wine that Ranger brought me to my hotel. This apparently is the wine that men bring me on the evenings of our first trysts - I think I will forever be emotionally attached to this particular vineyard/vintage. Perhaps I should buy a case and rack it for special occasions with these lovers, LOL. Too funny. Being Mischief, he had a fancy attachment for the wine bottle to properly aerate it without having to use his decanter, and massive Riedel glasses. We settled onto his low profile leather couch, with me getting up here and there to look out on the city and twinkling lights of the boats in the water. His view is fuckin' incredible, and we listened to Thievery Corporation and kissed endlessly. He is such a cadence-kisser. Some guys stick to a certain rhythm when then kiss, and it always freaks me out! I tried to break up the rhythm and get him to be more intuitive, and it was pretty fun whenever I succeeded - he'd get super aroused by it, but obviously isn't making the connection yet (oh, he will by the time I'm done with him LOL).

I started undressing - took off my bra from underneath my dress and threw it on the floor. That made him laugh, and so I took off one earring at a time and violently hucked them into different spots, My emphatic "By the time I'm done here, your livingroom is going to be completely fucked up" had him howling, but that stopped when I undid the tie at my neck and my dress slipped clean down the front of me. He didn't have much to say after that, and we tumbled into the dark haze of candlelit making out. Half naked, glazed eyes and swollen lips, I asked him if he'd like to head to bed - poor gentleman just about cried with relief - I had no idea he was waiting on my lead, LOL.

In the glow of the city, we undressed each other, kissing everything that we found, and I was caught off guard by the surprising prowess of his package. I had brought my own lube and condoms just in case (he is not fixed - yikes!) and to my amusement, he had bought the exact same kind (I had asked him to do some research and not present me with something nasty like Durex). Sweet orgasm from his fingers with his mouth literally humming on my nipple, and he was inside of me, rocking his sex and sweetness into me, his mouth on mine, fingers entangled in mine, sighing and moaning into my hair and shattering our souls as he buried himself inside of me. Afterwards he drew me into him, sweet kisses that surprised me in their tenderness - his guarded side completely gone as he wrapped his arms around me and smiled into my eyes. We tidied up, and his body curled around my back, his hand in mine, his mouth on my neck breathing softly as I fell asleep in his arms.

Funnily, I woke up in the exact same place in the morning - I know I moved around, as I had woken up in different places a couple of times in the night, but in the morning I was back in the cocoon of his sleepy limbs and soft breath, his cock hard up against the small of my back. I don't typically sleep pressed up against anyone, and it caught me off guard as well in its tender comfort. Courtesy tooth brushes later, we returned to bed and fell back into the eternal rhythm of sensual fucking, him not so quick to take his pleasure minus hours of foreplay. He shyly offered me his extra housecoat - first time anyone has used it, apparently (also surprising to me, not sure why exactly). He made us strong coffee and my legs were tangled with his as we sipped its bitter heat and talked. He watched me shower in his fancy bathroom, "You're going to watch?" I asked, "Why wouldn't I?" he replied, a slow smile on his lips as he talked to me about some business ideas that he is working on with his half-brother - considering coming out of retirement for awhile I suppose.

Ready for the day, we headed out for a leisurely brunch, him with a mimosa and me with an extra dirty caesar, we munched and lounged, and I paid while he was in the men's room. Every time we hit the street, his arm was around me, hand was catching mine - he has no physical distance from me, and I really like it. We drove to an antique and retro design market and scoped out things for his cabin, and a music themed design he is working on for his house (so cute!). We shopped and pointed out funny things we found, casual and fun. Afterwards we drove back to his place, and he ferried my bag safely back down to my car with me, tucking me in with a dozen kisses and asking for assurances that we would see each other again soon.