Apparently, the bartender from the party is interested in me. He called my aptmate (as he is his friend) the next day to affirm he would be coming to his birthday party on Saturday... which he wasn't sure he could attend. Apparently, he seems all too eager to see me again. He also asked about me on the phone! :) Yeah baby.
That party was so ideal. All the men were after me... only feeding my Leo ego. Yummy.
The bartender was cute and nice in an 80s John-Hughes-movie way. The physicist was too unbelievably sexy (& tall). The psyc major was devilish, creepy and cool. The two men with long, long beautiful hair were yummy. The engineer was.... um... well he was dull.
The best part, perhaps, is that I escaped "un-layed" as it were. Which is good, because I would like to remember sex... especially if it is good sex.
The psych major, without being told, immediately honed in on my... um... proclivities, and began forcefully grabbing my arm, neck, etc... and being very demanding. However, I can tell he's not versed in it, because he wasn't able to overcome my stubborness. It was funny. It's a balancing act, I guess, for men. If you look on a sea of women at a party, one of them can likely be commanded to come to the backroom and suck your cock. But if you choose the wrong one, you'll get a slap on the face (or even worse, perhaps, legally...) It takes more than a command, it's a series of mental, physical and psychological steps someone would have to go through with me to get me to go with them.
Oh well. A lost chance on his part.
If I had to choose anyone. It would be the physics major. Yes. He was tall and gorgeous. MMMmmm... |