Snugglebear said:
WHY AREN"T YOU RESPONDING TO MY POST EOMER, GET READY FOR A FUCKING ESSAY
lol, fuck y"all, all y"all.
Short version: we went to the hockey game last night, all went well during the game and getting back to my place, she pretty much sexually assaulted me (I was planning on taking Aychamo"s advice and not getting physical at all), but then things took a strange turn after that as she declared that maybe things weren"t going to work because she still thinks I only want her for her looks, she hates doing the Molson/Coors thing because everyone just thinks she"s eye candy and nothing more, she can"t trust anyone, she thinks I was parading her around for my friends, that I"m arrogant and overconfident, but that she thinks I"m great and awesome and she wants to take things slow, and so on and so forth. I asked her if she thought the "essay" was creepy, she said no that she appreciated it because she WAS pretty pissed off at me for not being a good listener when she opened up, but that she still doesn"t believe me that I CAN be a good listener and so on. Also her parents are asking her a ton of questions about who she is seeing and why she isn"t just giving in to their wishes to hitch up with some dude from her church that they"ve picked out etc etc.
In short, I have no fucking idea what is happening here.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Yesterday was interesting, to say the least. So I was playing hockey at around noon, and the plan was to meet up with her around 5pm and head to the hockey game. It being a beautiful day yesterday (funny how 7C is beautiful in January, but it was), myself and half a dozen guys from the team were tailgating it in the parking lot having a few brews, smokes and j"s. She calls me at 2:30, said she was downtown doing something else but she"d be heading over in a few minutes if that"s cool. I tell her I"m omw down but will probably be 45 minutes or so. I finish up with the boys and head downtown, meet her at the front door stinking of smokes, weed, Pilsner, and sweat (was planning on showering when I got home and not at the arena cause it"s filthy). Awesome.
So I set her up on the couch with the TV while I take a shower. As I"m doing that I get a call from some buds who are a block away grabbing a beer and burgers, a couple are also going to the game. I ask her if she"s down with that, and she says yeah. So I shower up and we head down there. All goes well, my friends are good people and know damn well my lack of dating success so they don"t pull any bullshit on me. We all part our ways and head to the hockey game. One of the guys on my team sold me a brand new, replica Hemsky jersey, so I was gonna wear that and offered her my other one. I joked that we"d look goofy with our matching jersey"s, but she tried it on, declared that it was cute and took it with her.
But when we got to the game the guy beside us also had the exact same jersey, so she decided to take it off, and all she was wearing was this tiny little Oilers t-shirt. And she is constantly brushing her hair back, sticking her chest out, and pulling the shirt down. And not just in an flirty, inconspicuous way, but in a joking, "can you resist staring at my chest" game kind of way. We were joking back and forth about it, and I mentioned that pretty much every one in the section except for me was looking at her tits and she was just laughing along with it. My self control was impressive, I maintained eye contact pretty much the entire game, she was actually getting kind of pissed.
So yeah, the game went fine, we had a good time joking around. She got fairly drunk by the end of the game, and was getting extremely flirtatious by the end. At one point, I can"t remember what exactly I said, she responded "yeah but it"ll be fine after a good sexxing." I damn near tripped and fell over, and so did an older couple beside us that overheard it.
So we get back to my place, and she goes to the bathroom. While she does that I flip on some music, and head in to my bathroom to take a leak. As I walk out the door of my bathroom she pretty much tackles me and sexually assaults me. I didn"t put up much of a fight, I freely admit, but I honestly was going to try to stay away from the physical stuff given what had transpired the last time.
So afterwards all of the sudden she says something along the lines of "this isn"t working". We spend about 30-45 minutes talking back and forth about us, her issues, her issues with me, so on and so forth. She"s still convinced that I"m only after her because of her looks, that she thinks I paraded her around to show off to my friends, she"s pissed that I mentioned to them before that she was a Molson/Coor"s girl sometimes (what the fuck did I know about her other than her name and a couple trivial facts such as what she does?) even though she repeatedly while having beers brought up stories about her experiences doing that, she"s quite pissed about me being a jackass when she opened up last time, she thinks everyone just judges her on her looks and not much else, she hates doing the Molson/Coor"s thing because of that, her parents are pressuring her to get married and crank out babies and they"ve picked some dude at her church to try to set her up with, they"re asking lots of questions about who she"s been seeing and gave her flowers, she thinks I can be overconfident and arrogant and that when she first met me she just thought I was a ski bum and that now I"m trying to show off to her with the nice place and car and hockey tickets and company and so on and so forth and that none of that shit matters to her and she"d be happy with the right person even if he lived in a shack, but that she does really like me and thinks I"m awesome and that she wants to keep seeing me but needs to take it slow and needs to build trust and so on and so forth.
She specifically said that she doesn"t want to hurt me, that she probably will run away or get scared off at some point and that she doesn"t want that to happen. I just said the she was going to have to learn to trust me, that no one and no relationship was ever going to be perfect, that I wasn"t worried about getting hurt whether things went for a month or 6 or whatever that I was more than willing to see where things went, even if they eventually didn"t work out, and that she"d be making a big mistake to just drop me without seeing if things could work, because I"m so awesome etc. She said a couple things about her being a trainwreck and that I shouldn"t bother with her because of that, and so on.
But seriously, I don"t know if last night ended on a good note or a bad note. Things had gone so well up till the end there, then things went way the fuck off the rails for awhile there, but by the time she was leaving she"d kind of gotten herself back together and was smiling and saying she"d call me later this week.
I think I"m going to go gay. It"s probably much simpler blowing dudes in truck stop bathrooms. It"s funny because when I first met her she seemed to be the low maintenance, no drama type. After last night, holy fuck was I mistaken.
