Yes, you got the final part right: I got kicked out of the freakin' room!!
That was sort of unexpected. I mean I was of course already starting to have my nebulous brain trying to figure out what all that happened just meant, if we were on the one-night-stand basis or the possible fuck-buddies road. But damned, usually I get to spend the night until breakfast or lunch, or to get away with a leaving if she doesn't want me to stay and it's clear that there's nothing there.
But when we're both in a guy's house for 2 days, where the hell am I supposed to go? I thought sharing the bed was so logical a solution that there was not even a need to discuss it. Apparently I was wrong.
Please show yourself to the door, miss G. doesn't like cuddling, kisses and the embrace of the drunken lover.
Or at least that's how she used to be.
The next day was the weirdest ever. I didn't mind it that much, but apparently she did. The kicking-me out part gave me the impression I was not welcome for the rest of the journey. Apparently I was. Well-done, dumb-ass, way to pick up the signals!
We barely spoke 2 words for the rest of the day until we all got out of the house to the cars to take us back to the city. Everybody apparently carefully avoided to look at any of us, which I did not notice, and thought was completely normal (I don't care about people, sorry). She thought it was horrible and even a bit humiliating. I'm still trying to apologize for that... I had no clue, and she looked like such a strong person and like she was the one who started the whole thing, that I never had the impression it could have looked like I just used her and ditched her in the morning.
It's only at that last moment, when we were about to step in separate cars, that I finally came to my senses and thought that for once I could make an effort to bring something valuable into my life and not fuck it up and opened the car's door for her and asked for her number (scared shitless, again, ladies and gentlemen).
I was always so scared of having that thing happening in my life, and always ran away from it, that I have no idea what made me think that could be different.
Some would say it was just meant to be, that we recognized each other, or something of the sort. I don't know, and I don't believe things work that way. I think I just took a chance. I think she played with me that night, and I went for it; and I think I took a chance in the morning, and that she went for it too.
That's about it. I don't know why, I felt like sharing this.
We still can't explain most of what happened.
I'm missing her right now.
Posted By H to My Girlfriend is an Escort
at 3/01/2009 06:00:00 AM