Encounter #85.3: The Carpenter

App: Bumble

Name: James*

Date Location: Crazy Axes – Hanover, MA

Location Review: 4.0 Stars – Fabulous way to bring out your inner Canadian lumberjack and flex how lethal you could be.

Date Duration: 10 hours

What Happened:

It wasn’t long after our second date that the third was on the books. He didn’t tell me anything about what we were doing but that he was going to pick me up at 8pm. Okayyyyy.

He told me to wear casual clothes, bring a cup, and we picked up Chik-Fil-A since wherever we were going allowed food and alcohol. We made it to an ax-throwing place and when he opened up his backpack he pulled out a bottle of Barefoot Moscato since he remembered I liked sweet, white wine. Be still my heart. So sweet.

I then absolutely demolished his ass. Lethal skillz over here. We chit-chatted throughout and the sexual tension was at about a 12. When we left, there was talk about meeting up with some of his friends but the bar they were at wasn’t it. We decided to go back to my place and while we were talking in the car, he pulled over. Then out of nowhere while I was mid-sentence, he pulled me in and laid the hottest kiss on me. Hands in the hair, full passion. HOT. Then we just drove like nothing happened.

Not long after getting to my place, we got to it and it was good for a first encounter. He was so dominant and kept tossing me around and I was content. We may have (okay, definitely) messed up my sheets so we were left sleeping directly on the mattress with whatever fucking blankets I could scrape together.

He told me ahead of time that he had trouble sleeping at new peoples’ houses which made sense. He also normally got up early for work so he warned me he might be up before I wake up. Cool, totally fine. In the morning, I heard him go to the bathroom, and then he didn’t come back to the bedroom. Odd. I heard shifting in the living room so I walked in to him putting his clothes back on and dipping out. We kissed but then a few hours later he texted me apologizing that it looked like he was sneaking out and he really just wanted to sleep in his own bed. Cool, fine. Made sense.

We made plans for a few days later but we were both horny AF so he came over, we fucked, hung out, and he went home after a few hours. The next day we made plans to go out but he had a long day and just wanted to chill which I was fine with. We decided on staying in to watch a movie and he offered to get snacks.

We actually did watch the movie. We chatted here and there but I could tell he was tired so I didn’t think much of it. Little different from our usual vibe but, we can’t be “on” all the time.

After the movie ended we made moves and ended up in my room. Sex was good. Nothing off to report. Afterward, he cuddled with me on the couch, watched a few episodes of The Office, and then called it a night since we both had work the next day. Completely normal.

I didn’t hear from him the next day. Figuring he just had another long day at work, I gave it a pass and texted him around 5pm. We went back and forth for maybe 4/5 texts. I couldn’t explain it but I felt the shift. I just knew it was done. And then I didn’t hear from him ever again.

This one kinda stung. Usually in these cases, it never has anything to do with you and a lot to do with them but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. I feel like the person you’re fucking deserves a bit better than ghosting. He was 31. That’s old enough to know better especially when we had talked about how sex can be such an emotional thing.

Idk. Maybe I just got too hopeful too soon but it was nice to feel wanted and a part of someone’s life for a change. Even if it was only for a few weeks. Just disappointed but not surprised yet again.

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