35

35 is cute.

very cute.

He's younger than me, which isn't usually my thing. Mostly, I'm attracted to older guys (read 'I have a daddy complex') but, like I said, he's cute.

I met him in a coat check line. He was the coat checker. There was some quick flirty banter followed by an exchange of myspace addresses.

After a few myspaces, we exchange phone numbers. A few weeks after that I ran into him again in the coat check line while he is working. He asks me to hang out the following night. Turns out that the following night is my sister's surprise 30th birthday party, but my family is really tame, so I knew the party would probably end around 9 or 10.

So we made plans to go to a movie and then a diner. I was not really expecting this to be a date. Repeat: I was not really expecting this to be a date. I mean, we were flirty and stuff, but this was so informal. Then as I'm getting ready to leave my house and head to the theatre, he calls me and asks if I want to go with him to meet some friend's at Woody's. That, in my mind, makes this meeting officially not a date. Since I haven't seen Woody's since the renovations, and I like to meet new people, I agree to go along.

I'm totally in friend mode. I'm not being sexy, or overly flirty or anything like that. That being said, I'm having a blast with 35 and his friends. I love their sense of humor and everything is going well. I've made new friends. For as much as I like to meet new people, I hardly ever make new friends. As the night goes on, I can totally see myself hanging out with these guys again. The only downside is that there seemed to be a lot of them talking amongst themselves, and that wasn't so fun. But it was easy to let that slide since they are best friends and this is the first time I'm hanging out with them. It also confirmed that this was not a date because 35 should have paid much more attention to me if it was a date.

Blah blah blah, he's driving me home.

Somewhere around 40th street he starts with his hand on my thigh, and holding my hand etc. Not totally unwelcome, but way unexpected. When we get to my house we kiss for a little (I should mention that the kissing was not good) and 35 was definitely trying to direct first my head, and then my hand toward his dick. I definately wasn't feeling all that, so I cut off the kissing say goodnight, and he's all "that's it?"

Damn right that's it!

Two quick things you should know about me: I don't respond well to head pushing, and I really don't respond well to lame kissers. But the most important thing to know: I'm not gonna suck your dick in your car, out front of my house. I'm not 17 anymore...and even when I was, I never did it in front of my house.