hausofminx

[hausofminx]

Met a man at a local bushwick “social club” (literally just a bar)

We struck up a conversation and he told me he didn’t believe in spirituality and corrected me every time I said that I understand his perspective.

“You mean perception” he stated confidently and went on a tangent about the difference.

“No. I definitely meant perspective but thank you for the linguistics lesson” I snipped back.

“You know, you really frustrate me and I think you get off on that” I added.

His goal was obviously to frustrate me as a form of seduction. Kinda worked.

After I saw him sneak into the bathroom with another woman I rejected all of his other advances of the night but still took his number.

A few weeks later he took me on a date. We wound up going to several very nice cocktail bars and he interrupted me every time I tried to answer the questions he asked me, correcting every single thing I said to fit his PERCEPTION of reality.

A few drinks in and he starts telling me he knows how to time travel and he’s a magician then offers me ketamine.

We go back to my place and I refuse to kiss him. He seems frustrated and said that’s why he thought we were at my place.

I rolled my eyes and thought what the hell. I haven’t hooked up with a single person since I’ve been here and I’ve never been with a man 20 years older than me before.

His dick was surprisingly thick and he was rather muscular which made up for the fact that when he kissed me it’s like his whole jaw unhinged and he covered my face in slobber.

We fucked in five different positions but neither of us came because of the ketamine. At the end of the night he said

“We will do this again” and I walked him to the door without being even the slightest bit upset at his absence which shocked me a little because we had just shared a very intimate moment.

This was my first casual one night stand and I felt nothing. Halfway through our sexcapade I realized I was basically just using him as a human dildo and the whole causal sex thing made sense.

The next time we went out together he was already drunk. He took me to his friends “renegade party” and we went on stage with the dj. I found his company to be absolutely lackluster and on the drive home he told me,

“You know I’m not trying to date you”

Yeah. Obviously. I’m not trying to date you either dude.

He asked if he could come up the stairs again. I told him no and reminded him to drive safe as he chugged a water bottle full of White Claw and drove away.

I never saw him again and I hope I never do.

[hausofminx]

After leaving a long term relationship and spending two years becoming the person I have always wanted to be I decided to make a financially shitty but disgustingly whimsical choice and move to nyc.

It’s been a month so far and I’ve already had sex with three different men and went on dates with countless others. I have decided to spend some time collecting stories about these romantic (and not so romantic) encounters. Am I being impulsive? Reckless? Detrimental to my mental well being? Absolutely. Am I justifying this by calling it a social experiment? You bet your ass.

I’m going to fuck my way through all five Burroughs and display the data I have collected about the male species here on this blog where I can share my sexcapades anonymously.