first evening

The tattooed chef

So recently I decided to take Tinder more serious (isn’t that actually a contradiction?) and try to go on some actual dates. Not just ones in my head, but real ones with real people. I find this kind of hard because the guys who write to me disqualify themselves after a couple of texts and then I just get bored.

So then one day this chef writes to me and I feel a spark of interest from the onset. Who would have thought this was still possible? What astonished me the most was that I gave out my number. Willingly! Haven’t done that in years, usually I wait until after the first date.

We messaged back and forth and even after agreeing on an actual date he kept on writing. I like that, I really do. Nothing worse than writing nicely and once a date has been agreed all of a sudden communication stops. I find that weird and most often cancel dates after that. It kind of gives me the feeling that the guy isn’t interested at all.

So the tattooed chef is different and therefore I overlook his spelling errors which are usually a no-go for me. Absolutely kill any buzz. But I like him, I like the way he writes and what he writes and even though I don’t find him sexy on his picture I find that he looks kind. My friend is sure though that I won’t have sex with him. Kind never does the trick for a one-night-stand.

In any case we meet late. It’s Christmas season and always in advent I am busy. Everybody wants to meet, to party or just go for a drink and I only have a Saturday evening available. Since he is a chef he can’t leave before 9pm and we eventually settle on 9:30. Normally I won’t even get off the couch much less out of my jogger. But in this case I do even though it’s my only evening at home.

And he impresses me by being early. Which I love! And even though I am not initially impressed with him I am nervous. Haven’t felt like this in a long time. So we sit in this Gin and Tonic bar and drink one after another. And the more I drink the more interesting he gets. And all of a sudden I find he is not one-night-stand but ‘let’s meet again’ material. Why oh why do I always have to change course? Especially after 7 G&T.

Because the end result was some very intense kissing. Really, really intense and I am glad we haven’t been booked for indecent behavior on the streets. But I went home alone. And wasn’t the mission to just get laid?? I should always focus on my mission, keep that on the forefront of my mind.

I got some more lovely texts the next morning and even a shirtless picture but after that it kind of dried out. I don’t know what exactly happened but something went awry and we lost touch 6 days after our date.

So what happened? It all goes from 100 downhill. And to be honest he was not the kind of guy I would have wanted a relationship to begin with. 14 years younger, really heavily tattooed, a beard and a small pouch at his age already. So what happened to my brain? Did the alcohol turn it all to mush?

And what do I take away from another date gone haywire? Okay maybe not the date, just the aftermath. I like to think that I am back in the game. There are still people out there that I find attractive. Second, I should drink less and keep my eye on the ball. The point is now to get laid. Everything else is secondary. Will keep you posted on how I’m doing.

PS: don’t get it though why I still think about the chef.

Good morning

Good morning, good morning, I could have hugged the whole world after this glorious night! What more did I want after three months of traveling alone to meet a really great guy and have the perfect night with him? There was no need for anything else, I had gotten more than I expected (way more in all ways!) and was super pleased with myself.

When Aussie left my bed after one more adulation of my body he asked me if I wanted to go jet-skiing in the afternoon. Sure, I was all for it, knowing I would never hear from him again. Because isn’t Tinder just an instrument to hook up and have sex? That’s what I have heard at least.  Because I had never done it with anyone else from tinder, most guys I had met were douches and the ones who weren’t just didn’t tickle my fancy. So I said sure, let’s do that. We even exchanged numbers to get off from Tinder and talk via What’s App and then Aussie left.

It was glorious to have my bed all to myself and to finally get some sleep. I felt used in the perfect way and my body hurt just in the right places. What an awesome feeling especially since I hadn’t done it in ages. Now I knew again what all the hype was about and I couldn’t believe myself that I had passed on these tinglings for ages. Not again I promised myself. I would get right back to it once I was home.

Meanwhile here in Thailand I would just relax and take whatever comes my way. For the moment that meant just my bed, catching up on sleep and then later going for breakfast. That is what vacation is all about.

The night is not for sleeping

Of course there was not a chance that I could sleep during this night. First of all I can never sleep next to someone I don’t know, especially if this someone is a guy and holding me in his arms. The heat alone keeps me awake. And then of course Aussie had only started with his administrations to my body.

Since we had used all protection I really thought this was it for the night. But young guys are young for a reason and they have a lot more stamina than older ones (yeah, way to go). So what felt like an hour but was probably just a couple of minutes later he was already in the mood again. However now we faced the problem that there was nothing available anymore and it was in the middle of the night. But guess what?

He told me he would check something and get back asap. I thought this was going to be it and tried to get some sleep while he was gone. Surely nothing on this island would be open and anyway I was all the way at the end of the beach. But not even ten minutes later Aussie was back in the room. He had given the night security a big tip and the guy gave him a lift to the next 7-eleven store where he bought everything from condoms to lube.

First I was insulted that he had bought some lube but when he explained that he didn’t want to hurt me I found it charming. And anyway I really needed it because I would not have made it through the night without the added layer of lubrication. I still don’t know if this is an age issue or not. Or maybe it’s just me?

As it turned out Aussie was quite provident. We need it his purchase again in the morning. By then I was sure I would never walk again and was more than grateful for the lube.  What a hunk!

Let’s go to sleep

We rushed from the pool to the bungalow and landed immediately on the bed after a perfunctorily towel using. The AC had been on full blast before so that when we checked the room first we had to increase the heat and wait out the warming of the room in the pool. As much as we had the hots for each other we both didn’t want to freeze to death while doing it.

So when we could finally use the room we towel dried each other only superficially and moved right away to the bed. Oh heaven, it was perfect. There had been nobody since Special K and this had already been a while ago. And although I was afraid that it wouldn’t be good the first time, there was no reason for it. I might have been a bit unprepared in all possible ways and we were both in such a hurry to do the deed to not make time for me to be fully in slick mode.

Still, it was perfect the first time around and I was more than happy to use one of my two condoms that I had brought with me on this trip! Afterwards we were so sweaty that we took another dip in the pool (gross, I know) and when we came back to the bungalow we took more time to enjoy each other. By then it was obvious for both of us that even though I was totally hot for Aussie, my body was not showing the right signs.

Is that an age thing? If you haven’t done it in a long time, can you really dry up? Is it therefore necessary to always do it and if nobody is at hands then do it myself?

Questions over questions but while the second time was as good as the first I felt a bit raw already and not just because my body was not reacting the way it’s supposed to but also because Aussie was a hunk. Something I never ever thought I would complain about but in this situation a little bit smaller would have gone a long way.

At least after the second time all condoms were used and I knew this was it for the night. I tried to fall asleep which was as always impossible with someone new next to me and anyway Aussie had different plans. But until then he held me tightly in his arms so that nobody could steal me away. Really the best way to fall asleep if you can.

In the pool

With just a few kissing stops along the beach Aussie and I made it back to my bungalow. Walking next to the sea and holding hands felt so real and good, I didn’t need anything else. I was already more than happy with this evening.

Once we arrived at my place we decided to hop into the pool which lay calm and empty in front of us. We knew we had to be really quiet not to attract any attention but this just added to the excitement of the moment. Aussie removed everything except for his swim trunks (actually why he was wearing them on a date is beyond me) and I changed into my bikini. I was definitely not so far gone to jump into the pool without any clothes.

The moment I joined Aussie in the pool he wrapped himself around me and held me close like he would never ever want to let me go. All the while he was kissing and caressing me while telling me how gorgeous I looked. What more does a girl want than hearing lots of beautiful words and feeling desired beyond limits?

Maybe a lot more touching and kissing and this is exactly what I got. Aussie knew exactly how to stroke my fire so that not such a long while later we were both without clothes in the pool. But still we stayed in the pool and just touched and hugged and it felt amazing beyond words.

This is not what I usually do when I go on a Tinder date. First of all most guys are just not how they present themselves online anyway and even if I don’t take them home with me on the first evening. But maybe meeting someone the same day after getting in touch with him, exchanging only a couple of texts so that expectations cannot be built too high and traveling for three months without meeting someone remotely interesting, can do that to a person.

What can I tell you, we eventually left tell pool and retired to the bungalow.