It was the Christmas long weekend and Melissa and I decided to have a night on the town (as we usually do). We met up with a couple of friends - Brad and Lily. We went to a new bar and spent time dancing and having a few drinks. There was a guy that both Lily and Melissa knew, that Melissa was very interested in that was in town with a few of his friends that were out for some fun as well. They were Italian guys and I have Italian heritage also, but I tend to stay away from these guys as usually they remind me of my brothers and they usually are really over-confident to the point of being unattractive.
Melissa knew that Renato, the guy she was interested in was cocky, but she saw something in him that I really couldn't see. As we girls were heading into town, Lily started telling us about an experience that she had with Renato's friend Mario. She said that she had heard that he had a really huge penis, but it was ridiculous. At the bar I met two French guys that invited me back to their hotel room. I was curious and though "why not?" so I went back to their hotel room. They were boring!! They decided to head back into another night club and I quickly texted Melissa to find out where she was and to meet up with her again. She was a a trashy bar with renato and a couple of his friends including Mario. We went back into town and I took the French guys into one level of the club and then moved upstairs to meet Melissa. I spent a while dancing with a couple of different guys and then noticed the two French guys had found me and were just watching me. I felt very uncomfortable to say the least! Mario kept searching me out and I kept moving away, another guy and an english guy were also dancing with me...
"Ann, you have to pick one of us..." Mario said whilst standing beside the other two guys. The two boring French guys were standing there in the background with rather angry-looking faces. I decided that then was a good time to exit and have a cigarette and get some air....
Melissa followed me out and Renato followed her. She took me aside. "Renato wants me to go back to his hotel and have a swim. You have to come with me!" I decided to go with her. After all, she had become a really good friend of mine and I decided to back her up. Little did I know, it was Mario's hotel room too. We went back to their hotel room which was walking distance from the club. Mario took me by the arm and we let Renato and Melissa make out as they made their way back to the hotel. I put on Mario's football guernsey
Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The continuing saga of Jim
I took Jim back to his apartment and sat with his friends while he made me breakfast. I felt extremely seedy. We had breakfast and I drove him and his friend Ryan to a pool hall to play pool. I am terrible at it so I had a diet coke and watched them and lazed around on a couch at the bar. I still felt awful, and because I had the housewarming party to go to and I still needed to buy a birthday cake for the party I decided to leave them to it, buy a cake and have a sleep to feel a little more human.
I arrived at the party at around 7:30pm (about an hour later than most of the other people). There was a bowl of lemon slices, a container of salt and a bottle of tequila, along with a spread of different canapes and drinks. "Hi Ann, it's your turn for a tequila shot... We all had one when we came so now it's your turn." Said one of the guests, whom I did not know very well. I asked Emma if it was true "Yes," she replied. "We've all had some." After a huge evening with excessive vodka consumption the night before, I knew I would be drunk in a very short time. Another friend Elaine arrived and joined me in tequila with lemon and salt. I texted Jim to see if he was going to come to the party. He kept insisting on phoning me back. He was very drunk, had a bit of a stutter and a strong Irish accent. I was also drunk and as a result everything he said just sounded like he was speaking gibberish. He was getting extremely frustrated and was yelling at me over the phone. I just laughed at him and hung up. Eventually he arrived at the party and i want down the stairs to meet him. I apologised and hugged him. He apologised and told me that he thought I looked gorgeous. I had opted to wear a skirt and low cut blouse and leave my specs on rather than wear my contact lenses. Really not what I usually go for. We both proceeded to get hideously drunk. Elaine and I finshed the tequila, then moved onto vodka and then once we started to drink wine, we both felt very sick. We each moved to a couch and began to fall asleep. As I was drifting off I heard a few words of comment from Jim. He said something about tits and pussy to one of my friends and I heard a pause of silence from my friends. I sat bolt upright "Jim, those are my friends, stop being rude!" I fell straight back down and went to sleep. I still can't remember exactly what was said. I felt him nudge me awake later and tell me that he was going home. I apologised for being so drunk and he kissed my forehead and left.
He texted me the next day and told me that he thought I looked so sexy that night. I couldn't wait to see him again. My friends also took me aside and told me that they thought he was really rude. Alannah was extremely offended by him and advised me that I could do better...
The following week it was Emma's birthday and we decided to surprise her with a dinner at a new restaurant in town. We dressed in our nicest cocktail dresses and had a fantastic dinner, cocktails and champagne.
We decided to continue our evening in the usual fashion by going to a few clubs. I sent Jim a text message to see if he wanted to join us. He said he might and he would text me later if he felt like coming out. At 10:30pm he texted me to say that he felt sick and didn't feel like coming out. I saw his friend Dave from the previous week and we talked for about 15 minutes whilst we were waiting at the bar. I sat in the smoking area with my vodka and cranberry and a gorgeous, gorgeous guy started talking to me. His name was Nick, and he played football. He was 23 and had piercing blue eyes. I was not really that interested in hooking up, I just wanted to have fun with my friends. But eventually Nick kissed me and asked if I wanted to go somewhere more private. I thought "Why not?" He asked how old I was and I told him 32. He was slightly horrified, but not really deterred. We went to the hotel room where he was staying, which ended up being a shared room in a hostel. I was a bit freaked out because there was someone else sleeping in the room. We lay in his bed and he began to touch me and lift my dress. "Wait, wait!" I gasped, but it was too late. He had just found my nanna undies which I had on to stop bulges through my black silk cocktail dress. "What the fuck!!" he said, roughly. "Just turn the other way. Just be a few seconds" I said brightly. I quickly whipped off the offending article and grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh. "All gone," I whispered.
He was very dexterous with his fingers and I came twice before we decided that we felt too uncomfortable with someone else in the room and decided to go back to my house. We walked to my car and drove back to my house. The whole time while I drove his hand never moved from between my legs. I came again till I gasped for him to stop because I knew we would have an accident if he kept going. We had sex three times when we got back to my room and we fell asleep. The next day, I had to go interstate for work for a week again. Nick and I awoke and he went to the bathroom. My phone was flashing that I had a text message. I checked it and it was Jim. He texted me at 8am to ask if I had a good night out... I wasn't sure what to make of it. Such an early message? Had Dave seen me leave with Nick and told Jim? I texted back "Yeah, it was a pretty good night," and sent it as Nick came back into my bed and began to touch me again...
I dropped Nick back at his hostel and went home and contiued packing to leave later that night.
I still don't know if Dave told Jim about Nick.....
I arrived at the party at around 7:30pm (about an hour later than most of the other people). There was a bowl of lemon slices, a container of salt and a bottle of tequila, along with a spread of different canapes and drinks. "Hi Ann, it's your turn for a tequila shot... We all had one when we came so now it's your turn." Said one of the guests, whom I did not know very well. I asked Emma if it was true "Yes," she replied. "We've all had some." After a huge evening with excessive vodka consumption the night before, I knew I would be drunk in a very short time. Another friend Elaine arrived and joined me in tequila with lemon and salt. I texted Jim to see if he was going to come to the party. He kept insisting on phoning me back. He was very drunk, had a bit of a stutter and a strong Irish accent. I was also drunk and as a result everything he said just sounded like he was speaking gibberish. He was getting extremely frustrated and was yelling at me over the phone. I just laughed at him and hung up. Eventually he arrived at the party and i want down the stairs to meet him. I apologised and hugged him. He apologised and told me that he thought I looked gorgeous. I had opted to wear a skirt and low cut blouse and leave my specs on rather than wear my contact lenses. Really not what I usually go for. We both proceeded to get hideously drunk. Elaine and I finshed the tequila, then moved onto vodka and then once we started to drink wine, we both felt very sick. We each moved to a couch and began to fall asleep. As I was drifting off I heard a few words of comment from Jim. He said something about tits and pussy to one of my friends and I heard a pause of silence from my friends. I sat bolt upright "Jim, those are my friends, stop being rude!" I fell straight back down and went to sleep. I still can't remember exactly what was said. I felt him nudge me awake later and tell me that he was going home. I apologised for being so drunk and he kissed my forehead and left.
He texted me the next day and told me that he thought I looked so sexy that night. I couldn't wait to see him again. My friends also took me aside and told me that they thought he was really rude. Alannah was extremely offended by him and advised me that I could do better...
The following week it was Emma's birthday and we decided to surprise her with a dinner at a new restaurant in town. We dressed in our nicest cocktail dresses and had a fantastic dinner, cocktails and champagne.
We decided to continue our evening in the usual fashion by going to a few clubs. I sent Jim a text message to see if he wanted to join us. He said he might and he would text me later if he felt like coming out. At 10:30pm he texted me to say that he felt sick and didn't feel like coming out. I saw his friend Dave from the previous week and we talked for about 15 minutes whilst we were waiting at the bar. I sat in the smoking area with my vodka and cranberry and a gorgeous, gorgeous guy started talking to me. His name was Nick, and he played football. He was 23 and had piercing blue eyes. I was not really that interested in hooking up, I just wanted to have fun with my friends. But eventually Nick kissed me and asked if I wanted to go somewhere more private. I thought "Why not?" He asked how old I was and I told him 32. He was slightly horrified, but not really deterred. We went to the hotel room where he was staying, which ended up being a shared room in a hostel. I was a bit freaked out because there was someone else sleeping in the room. We lay in his bed and he began to touch me and lift my dress. "Wait, wait!" I gasped, but it was too late. He had just found my nanna undies which I had on to stop bulges through my black silk cocktail dress. "What the fuck!!" he said, roughly. "Just turn the other way. Just be a few seconds" I said brightly. I quickly whipped off the offending article and grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh. "All gone," I whispered.
He was very dexterous with his fingers and I came twice before we decided that we felt too uncomfortable with someone else in the room and decided to go back to my house. We walked to my car and drove back to my house. The whole time while I drove his hand never moved from between my legs. I came again till I gasped for him to stop because I knew we would have an accident if he kept going. We had sex three times when we got back to my room and we fell asleep. The next day, I had to go interstate for work for a week again. Nick and I awoke and he went to the bathroom. My phone was flashing that I had a text message. I checked it and it was Jim. He texted me at 8am to ask if I had a good night out... I wasn't sure what to make of it. Such an early message? Had Dave seen me leave with Nick and told Jim? I texted back "Yeah, it was a pretty good night," and sent it as Nick came back into my bed and began to touch me again...
I dropped Nick back at his hostel and went home and contiued packing to leave later that night.
I still don't know if Dave told Jim about Nick.....
The continuing saga of JIm
Wow, it's been a while. I haven't had an internet connection or time to post for a long time.
Continuing on with Jim, I kept in constant contact with him via text message. I have found his accent too difficult to understand over the phone and find it easier with sms. He told me about a girl that he had staying with him called Lana. The morning after the first night we spent together, I found a pair of women's shoes in his room and, believe it or not, a tag from a women's bra, size 14c. I picked up the bra tag and asked "Um, what's this?" he snatched it from my hand. "It's from my bra," he said. I raised an eyebrow and decided not to press the point. At that stage I assumed it to be a one night stand and decided to leave it at that.
We went out again the following week with a few friends of his (all from Ireland) and had a fantastic time. His friends were Diane, Dave and Ashleigh. We went to several bars Jim was quite drunk. He had moved out of the share-house where he was living and to save money, was sleeping on the couch at a friend's apartment. This meant we had to go back to my house. He had just been employed as a housekeeper at a large 5-star resort at a nearby beach (not the most prestigious of jobs, but he was great company so I was willing to overlook it). He was rostered to work the next day and decided to phone his employer to tell them that he woulkdn't be able to make it. Ashleigh had spoken to me earlier in the evening as a friend of Jim's. "Don't say that I told you, but Jim went through about 25 jobs when he lived in Sydney. He was fired from just about all of them for partying too much." Calling his employer to say that he was sick, when really he was partying to much just meant that he was heading down the same path. He raided my fridge when we arrived at my house then we slept together. He was far rougher this time. He grabbed me roughly and bit at me. He went down on me and it was unbelievable....
I had a housewarming/birthday to go to the following day and I decided to invite Jim along to meet more of my friends, because I decided that he might eventually mean more to me...
Now, my friends all hate him and you will learn why....
Continuing on with Jim, I kept in constant contact with him via text message. I have found his accent too difficult to understand over the phone and find it easier with sms. He told me about a girl that he had staying with him called Lana. The morning after the first night we spent together, I found a pair of women's shoes in his room and, believe it or not, a tag from a women's bra, size 14c. I picked up the bra tag and asked "Um, what's this?" he snatched it from my hand. "It's from my bra," he said. I raised an eyebrow and decided not to press the point. At that stage I assumed it to be a one night stand and decided to leave it at that.
We went out again the following week with a few friends of his (all from Ireland) and had a fantastic time. His friends were Diane, Dave and Ashleigh. We went to several bars Jim was quite drunk. He had moved out of the share-house where he was living and to save money, was sleeping on the couch at a friend's apartment. This meant we had to go back to my house. He had just been employed as a housekeeper at a large 5-star resort at a nearby beach (not the most prestigious of jobs, but he was great company so I was willing to overlook it). He was rostered to work the next day and decided to phone his employer to tell them that he woulkdn't be able to make it. Ashleigh had spoken to me earlier in the evening as a friend of Jim's. "Don't say that I told you, but Jim went through about 25 jobs when he lived in Sydney. He was fired from just about all of them for partying too much." Calling his employer to say that he was sick, when really he was partying to much just meant that he was heading down the same path. He raided my fridge when we arrived at my house then we slept together. He was far rougher this time. He grabbed me roughly and bit at me. He went down on me and it was unbelievable....
I had a housewarming/birthday to go to the following day and I decided to invite Jim along to meet more of my friends, because I decided that he might eventually mean more to me...
Now, my friends all hate him and you will learn why....
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