so last weekend, i was out at the students union with my friend. i have been secretly lusting after this guy at my college for pretty much the entire time i started there. i first saw him at his work though, but then was pleasantly surprised when i noticed him in the canteen one day. to cut a long story short, i finally started speaking to him a few days beforehand via facebook (after finding out his last name through an assessment note on the wall for his class, yes i know, i am a proper stalker) and then i left a note on my facebook that night saying i was going to the union. funnily enough(!), he happened to be there and i ended up speaking to him at the bar briefly and said farewell, thinking i'd see him around later on. then the fire alarm went off. i thought i'd lost out on my chance, as everyone seemed to be leaving but when i came back he was sitting inside with his friend. at this point i was pretty drunk, and my friend persuaded me to go over and speak to him. i ended up chatting to his friend, and then eventually brought back my friend, him and his friend to my house. we all sat up in my flat, drinking into the small hours and then he was like i probably should leave.
he ended up going to the bathroom and i stepped out into the hallway. i pretty much thought this is my last chance to pull him, so i smoothly asked, after a bit of small chat in the hallway if he wanted to see my room. pretty hapless i know. but it worked! and then i grabbed his hips, sat on the bed and kissed his cheek and he looked a bit like a rabbit in headlights. oh dear. he seemed to kind of get into it though, and boy whoa, he had the most amazing body and cock but it was like kissing a statue sadly. and no, no sex either. he lasted an astonishing two seconds after i gave him head. pretty disappointing. then he went into serious nervous schizophrenic mode with rather weird chat, which wasn't much of a turn on and then left more quickly than the speed of light. so that was my saturday night. so therefore, the moral of that story and lesson learnt is that it may be better to leave daydreams as they are. it seems that fantasies just aren't as good as they are in real life.
Norman Lindsay:
The best love affairs are those we never had.
