Mmmmmmuscles

Since our first date a week ago, Muscles & I have been talking non stop. All day every day while I'm at work, and he's...well..."working"....I guess? (being a property manager means his work is pretty much part handy man/part real estate agent, which leaves him with lots of free time) Unlike me, he has entered the 21st century and has a blackberry so he's even chatting with me when he's running errands and at the gym. Oooh, me likey.

Monday we were talking and we went into very flirtatious territory, so we decided to meet up that night. We had been talking about a second date but he said he didn't have where he wanted to take me picked out yet, he was still researching. Wait, what? A guy who plans dates IN ADVANCE? Color me impressed. But me, being totally hot for him, wanted to see him sooner rather than later so we decided the 2nd date would be in a few hours.

He found a bar in Hollywood he liked so we met there. Big hug and MMMMM that delicious smell of his. We're standing at the bar ordering drinks when he suddenly grabbed me and planted one on me. Ohhhh yes PLEASE. I LOVE when men act all caveman-ish and manhandle me. Being the large size that I am (in height people, not width!) it is not easy to find a guy who can make me feel small and feminine but he does a great job of it. We found seats on a couch in the bar and continue talking and, ahem, making out. I can't keep my hands off him. Yum. After one drink we decide to go back to his place. Here I "ho" again....

His place is nothing to write home about, but it's neat. That's important. While he is still living the frat boy-eque life in a crappy apartment in Hollywood, at least there's not pizza boxes and beer everywhere. He makes me a drink, we make a pretense like we actually want to be civilized and have a conversation but after about 5 minutes of that we give up and maul each other. Wow. Haven't felt that kind of desire for someone in a loooong time.

You'll be happy to know I was somewhat chaste, given that this IS only the second date. Much as I would like to just rip my clothes off and let him have his way with me, I restrain myself. I'm not saying it was easy, but neither am I.

It's getting late so I unhappily tell him I need to leave. If I want these hot n' heavy make out sessions to continue I need to keep this body in shape and that means getting up early for spin class. As I'm getting ready to leave his bedroom he pins me against the wall and kisses me again.

Oh god, did I just squeal out loud or was that only in my head?

He's still kissing me so hopefully it was only in my head. He is SO. HOT. We finally peel apart and I walk to my car, focusing on keeping my knees from going weak under me. This is bad, I've got it good for this guy.

It isn`t premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married,
LL