Location Review: 3.0 Stars – Meh. Service was slow and it wasn’t anything special to ride home about. For NH I guess it’s fine.
2.5 Stars – It’s aight. If you really like country, you’ll probably like it but during the week it’s quiet. Does have live music on weekends that’s not bad though.
Date Duration: 4 hours
Marty and I talked on Bumble awhile back, he ended up meeting someone, and let me know. Well apparently that didn’t work out because he messaged me about a month or so after that.
Talking to him was easy and it wasn’t long until he asked me out for tacos and margs. Overall, the date was fine. The server did take like 20 minutes to get our drink order so there was a lot of awkward silence that could have been made easier with some booze.
Once we got some alcohol things were easier conversation wise. He was working with his dad in his father’s carpet cleaning business but was going to go to physical therapy school in the fall so he had goals. Did think it was kinda weird though that he still lived with his parents and wasn’t all that pressed to get out. If he wasn’t going to school I’m really not sure if he would have left tbh.
We managed to get a banter going and he asked if I wanted to keep hanging out. We moved to another bar and kept chit chatting. Really, nothing interesting. I would say weird shit just to see how he’d react and every time I did it he’d just chuckle a little so not an awful time on my part.
He walked me to my car and to my surprise, kissed me good night. No make out or anything. Just a perfectly respectable kiss with a slight hand hold. At this point in time I was trying a new thing that if I had a nice time, I would give the guy a second chance. So when he asked me to go out again, I agreed.
Location Review: 3.0 Stars – Classic sports bar. Cheap pitchers of beer during games, tvs everywhere, and dark wood.
5.0 Stars – Taqueria is the tits. One marg will fuck you up, tacos are delicious, and the service is pretty quick.
Date Duration: 8 hours
In the time since our first date, I had already made an ass of myself. We were supposed to hang out one weekend but I was too hung over to move because of previous exploits the night before then later that weekend I got tanked at a wedding and drunk texted him. For whatever reason, he was still interested and we met up on a night that neither of us had to take classes.
The bar I originally picked was slammed so we found the closest one that had seating. It was a sports bar in the middle of a Yankee game so we made it work. We had a few pitchers of beer and as we crushed the second I asked what he wanted to do. Stay here or check somewhere else out? He said, “I mean we could go back to your place.” I MEAN IF YOU INSIST.
He was hungry and I was nervous so I roped him into getting tacos. On the walk over, he put his arm around my waist which was oddly sweet. I wasn’t expecting that at all. We got there and fucking went in on those tacos. Holy fuck. I cannot say enough good things about the lamb ones. Fuck me up.
We ate. Drank. And then it was time. He called the Uber to my place and within minutes of being in the apartment things happened. Chase knew exactly what he was doing. His make outs were on point, he had me against the wall, and took the time to make sure I was feeling good. I was shocked. When we moved to the bed he made a point to go down on me and damn, it was good. When he came up for air, I reached down to reciprocate some of his efforts and he was huge. I don’t know why I was surprised. He was pretty tall and had a broader build so it made sense but you just don’t know until you’re in the moment.
We started fucking and it was mind blowing. He clearly worked out because he was pulling me up and throwing me down no problem. What really got me though was how we connected so easily. Normally the first time is kind of awkward and you’re both figuring each other out. This was like birthday sex level good…well until the inevitable awkward happened.
I had drank quite a bit and he was packing. So when we switched to him behind me there was a ton of pressure on my bladder. I didn’t necessarily want to stop but, I was ready for him to finish up. I turned to him and asked, “What can I do to get you off?” Easy. Simple question. He responded with, “I want to cum on your face and shove it in your ass…don’t worry, we’ll save that second part for later.”
Ummmm. Wow. Okay, coming in hot there.
I felt like Jim from The Office staring into the camera. I was expecting literally any other answer. “Suck me off”, “Keep doing that”, “Put your leg here”. Anything. This felt a bit bold for an initial encounter.
It was a lot but, I believed I could blow him and finish things a little quicker. He laid down and I got to work. Then he said, “Get down” and threw a pillow on the floor. Before I knew it he was standing above me and it happened. He came in my eye.
Chase was one of those guys that as soon as he finished, he passed the fuck out. So while he flopped on the bed exhausted, I was left on the floor trying find tissues in the dark with only one functional eyeball.
I was a bit annoyed. It’s not that I really cared that he finished on my face but, I do think that when you blow a load all over someone you have to help clean your mess. It’s only fair.
Although he pulled a party foul, he had a moment of redemption. We were laying there, started making out a bit, and I made some comment about getting me off. He quickly went to work. Cool with vibrators? Awesome. Let’s party.
He left not long after which was fine with me. We texted here and there over the weekend while I was away.
But like I said, Taqueria is really fucking good.