So we were supposed to meet at 9:00 at the Wickham but he didn't show. I wait til 9:30, which was 30 minutes longer than I should have.
I get home and 11:30 he calls me "I got stuck at work, sorry" - but he sounds trashed. "I really want to meet you though".
Hmmm... his profile pics were very very hot, and it might be fun.
So I get back in the car and go and meet him. He's profile pictures did him no justice at all. Tall, dark and handsome is really an insult to him. He was so fucking hot.
And he could hardly stand up.
He was all over me, but kept telling me how his ex was bad in bed, and how he had fucked the bar guy last weekend, and how he's sick of guys perving on him in the looker room at the gym.
It was late, I was getting bored. This was not worth the drive back in.
Then he leans in for a kiss. Ok, maybe this was worth the drive back in. Kissing this hot Adonis of a man... this will be great.
Oh wait. Its not.
It was like his tongue got an erection and he was trying to fuck my mouth with it.
Worst. Kiss. Ever.
I said I had to go to the toilet, and just went home.