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Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things.
~Denis Diderot (1713 - 1784)

So I had been flirting with this guy for over a year. We met through a mutual friend when I was looking for someone to install my new car radio. The installation turned to text messages just “asking how the radio is working”, which turned into some pretty steamy texts. We both have ridculous schedules, so I don’t get to see him very often. When I’m home, he’s either at the gym or working or vice versa. Two weeks ago, he apparantly had had enough of waiting so he asks me on Monday what I’m doing Thursday. I stop myself from shouting “You!” into the phone and tell him that if I’m not working, I was supposed to be visiting a friend (and his fiancee) with my mom to see his new house (which was true, but seriously, who wouldn’t rather be getting some than spending time with mom and the one that got away?). So he respoonds with “Wednesday, then?” I say that I’ll come home as quickly as possible after work to make this happen. I get home Wednesday, ask him what he’s doing, and he’s on his way to the gym. Dick. Fine. “I’m really sorry, I misunderstood, I thought we were on for tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” I tell him, ” Ok, I ended up having to work tomorrow, but I’ll get home ASAP again.” I get home Thursday, made my usually 40 minute drive through torrential pouring rain and flooded highways, which then made it take an hour and a half, let him know that I’m home….. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…. he’s asleep. Double dick. “Nevermind then.” I don’t bother trying to get in touch with him again, no matter how much I want to. Tuesday rolls around, I get a “Hey.” 10 minutes go by, because well, if I have to wait, you sure as shit are gonna have to wait. Next message “Look, I know you are probably under a bad impression, but I really really do want to come and see you, Please? I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Please, when you get a chance, just text me back, thank you.” I say “Hello.” I thought it portrayed my frustration and got the point across just fine. I was right. I get “I know you’re upset with me, but come on, please, what are you doing later? I’ll come over tonight, no matter what time you get home.” I say, “Ok, fine.” Now it’s a game, and the ball is in my court. I text him at like 11 pm telling him “Sorry, i just got home, I’m going to bed. I have a half day tomorrow though.” Ha! Point for me. The next morning I get another text… “What time do you get home? I’m leaving work early and coming to your house.” I told him I get home at about 2 ish, he says he’ll be there at about 4/4:30. I tell him “Fine, but then you gotta get your ass out before 6, because I’m going to meet a friend at the gym.” Another point for me. I decide to not beat around the bush about what exactly it is that I want, so I go find my sexiest lingere, and throw on a cute robe over it. He rings the bell, I practically drag him into the house telling him exactly just how much making it up to me he had to do. He apparantly takes instruction very well, cause it was oh, so made up to me. As a matter of fact, I’m fairly positive that he unmade it, and then made it 2 more times. Long story short… I think I won two of those battles, but he ultimately won that particular war. Either way, it pays to be direct…. that way, I get what I want. A hot, muscle bound dude in my bed who is willing to let me throw him out and drag him back whenever I so desire.

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