Boredom Breeds Mischief and...The Experiment - Part III

What follows after an online connection is realized in person.

It was Sunday, and there were things in motion that started Friday after being in touch with 6 out of 8 fellas that I swiped on from Bumble. Now, there were two guys left, Seven was on deck and I was looking forward to meeting him.

There was a little sprig of hope that was blooming even with the previous day’s hope dampened due to the canceled date. Seven was good-natured, flirty, funny, and sexy as all get out. 

I am not sure if I would have swiped on him or any of the other guys at the beginning of the weekend when “Boredom Breeds Mischief and…The Experiment” was born.

I do have moments when I am loose and freer with swiping and do not put as much stock in it. The balance between being invested, not living, or dying by each swipe, to match, or unmatch is tricky. I like to say that “I swipe responsibly” because I do.

I look at the whole of people’s profiles. I read what they write, peruse the photos, and look at the prompts or other information provided. Some of the answers to prompts or questions they pose are quite telling. 

Look, we can play different roles in the theater that is dating. We can be the villain in a certain situation, the one who is vested with no return in another instance, or the victor during this dating process. You may not be into someone and have to let them down, you may be the one who is excited, and it doesn’t work, or maybe it clicks for real...until it doesn’t.

That’s dating. I would say it’s not for the faint of heart and you need a thick skin. It’s possible that a goldfish brain is needed because a short memory will serve you well and allow you to let go of those mishaps, missteps, and murky moments. 

There was something freeing about keeping it light and not thinking when I swiped with abandon. “The Experiment” continued with “Boredom Breeds Mischief and…The Experiment - Part II” and the what comes next part happened.

There was unmatching, messaging, an almost date, and a scheduled meet up with Seven. We had messaged and video-chatted, which left me wanting more contact. It was easy to talk and laugh with Seven. He was also direct, and I like direct. I am that kind of person as well. It did not take a lot to make a plan to meet Sunday for coffee/tea. He said that he would be in touch in the late morning to confirm a set time.

Sunday morning came and Seven texted me that he was finishing up some errands and his expected time of arrival. He made sure that I was good with the timing and that I still wanted to meet, which I did. I had a couple hours to enjoy a lazy morning and then hop up to get myself together.

He called when he was on his way. I was smiling and buzzing around my home. I checked my appearance, my place, and that I was ready. I was ready. It was go time. He texted that he was looking for parking and one minute later my doorbell rang! Oh snap. He’s here. 

I walked downstairs and opened the door to this tall, dark, handsome man with a brilliant and beautiful smile that shined. He took up the doorway and I stepped back to let him in. His dark eyes were bright, and his smile extended to them. He stepped towards me, and I looked up to him as we both said, “Hello.” He gazed down at me with amusement and intensity. Time slowed and I had thoughts, but they were floating, and I couldn’t catch them. 

We hugged and lingered. There was electricity in our touch. I felt his arms and the soft material of his sweatshirt firmly wrap around me. His beard brushed against my face and then his lips grazed my ears while his words, like a whisper, and his breath were on me - he said - “Good morning.”

I had goosebumps and the hairs on my body were raised as his lips somehow came down from my ear to my neck, and then pulled back while they trailed along my skin. I think I teetered for a second, and was able to gasp out - “Coffee, tea, umm, we should get that…right?” He said, “We can.” We both paused with twinkles in our eyes, and I put my hand on his chest.

I was deciding at that moment what was next. The “good girl” in me gently pushed him out the door and pulled my front door behind me and made sure it was locked. The fire stirring in me, and all-over, wanted us to stay put, but I was sticking to the plan of going to the nearby cafe.

We walked side-by-side to the cafe and were continuously glancing at one another. I felt like I was gliding seamlessly down the street. I barely remembered what small talk we made because his eyes were delving into me while he kept this playfulness and lightness about him. It was very attractive. I ordered my tea, and he got coffee. While our order was being made, he closed the small distance between us and moved his face towards mine.

While we spoke, he kept touching my ear with his lips and had his hand in the small of my back. I am an avid tea-drinker, a true fan of tea, and at that moment - I did not need to be in that place. I was becoming intoxicated by his presence, his words, and the pull between us. I don’t think any nerves were coming into play, but he zeroed in on me and seemed to know that my mind was all over the place.

Our order was up, and we sat down at a table. My tea was a little too hot to drink, I was becoming hot and bothered (in a fun way), and Seven was cool as a cucumber. He was laser focused on me. There was an ease in his movements and demeanor. He cracked some jokes that made the tension dissipate. He told me that we could stay there and continue to chat, or we could just be natural and go with the flow that we were feeling.

He then said, “I’d like to enjoy you” and “I will give you what you want and need.” That was a big statement - fulfilling my wants and needs? Regardless, if it the statement was a cliché or not, he was selling, and I was about to be buying.

I did not care if he was giving me a line or not. I was sipping what he was pouring and about to pick up what he was putting down. I believed what he was saying, and he said it with conviction.

This dude was making me a believer in the moment, and I was rolling with it. I think I was “playing” at being good, which I did not have to do. I wanted him. He wanted me. That’s all the math I needed; one plus one was going to equal fun. I just let my shoulders drop, relaxed, and went with his energy.

He said, “Shall we go now?” I said, “Yes.” I wasn’t thinking about the fact that we just met, I wasn’t thinking about what I “should” do, and I went with cutting loose and just being in the moment. That led us back to my front door. We stepped inside and went up the stairs. 

I felt his eyes on me as I led the way from one floor to the next. He murmured some complimentary things about me walking ahead of him and the view. At this point, his words were background noise. It was nice and I was taking it in, but I had shifted.

Now, I was the one who was focused, and I knew that no holds would be barred. I was good with that. I wanted the thrill of what was coming. 

We gravitated towards one another. We were almost pressed against one another. He gently held my face with his hands and kissed me. It was hot, slow, and seductively gentle.

We wrapped our arms around each other. Hands started roaming and items of clothing were removed. We collapsed onto my L-shaped couch. His mouth sought mine and other parts of my body. We were intertwined and trading places here and there.

He was on top of me, I straddled him, we stood up, we laid down, and we ended with laying on our sides. We hazily smiled at one another and were taking each other in. 

We had a few naughty moments in the mix and the heat between us remained thick while we were exploring one another. There was laughter, chit chat, some care, and cuddling after climaxing. My only note was that he alluded to being very “giving” and that there needed to be more in that area. Then, I told him that was lacking. He said, “Next time.” Hmph.

I said, “We’ll see.” There was a little bookmark placed in my mind about that, but I enjoyed myself. As I meandered through my thoughts, I watched a light flash across his eyes and that mischievous and twinkly smile danced across his lips.

I was curled up and he pulled me into him. He pressed his face into my neck and was murmuring flirty comments into it. We had some light conversation, dressed, and he was very complimentary about our time together. We wrapped up, hugged, and ended with a smooch. 

Once I was alone, I walked around my home, I felt invigorated, and this wave of satisfaction washed over me. It was not entirely about the sex. That was one part, but it was more so about an unscripted, self-indulgent, and spontaneous experience.

It was a good time. I felt desired, sexy, and while I was not planning on morning delight, I was there for it.

I did not have any regrets. This was for me.

As for The Experiment, there was one man left standing - Will. I was about to head into the World Wide Web of Wild Will.

All I can say is…buckle up.