It’s been a while since I last posted something, it’s not due to lack of blogging material, just laziness.
Not long ago after my last post I had my first intercourse. I’m not dating the guy and he’s not my lover either – call me a slut if you feel the urge to, that only means you feel men are superior. I met this man, who I’ll call Rick, at Washington Square park one night, about an hour before midnight when the park closes. I was sitting on a bench fidgeting with my electronic device when I looked up at the sound of wheels as he passed by on his roller blades. We made steady eye contact for about the three seconds it took him to pass me. After I shrugged off that moment, he turned around and sat a bench away from me as if he knew I liked my personal space. He imediatley asked me if I would like to be his muse for his paintings, I hesitated and kindly refused since I relized shortly after that I would have to be nude. After a long conversation, the police started kicking everyone out of the park for closing. He roller bladed me to the train station two blocks away – it was a romantic scenerio. We said our goodbyes and I left for the train with his number and website written down, incase I changed my mind.
After a few days I texted Rick telling him that I hadnt forgotten his offer but that I still wasnt sure. He asked to hang out later that day and I, being a lonley, needy girl, agreed and met him later that day at his art studio by Union Square. I left his studio at about 3A.M.. I saw him two more times after that and each time I left at around the same time and each time he roller bladed me to the train station.
Rick knows Im 19, I didnt lie about my age unlike I think he did. He told me he’s 44 but according to the internet he’s 54. It probably sounds gross to some but he really does look great for his age. He’s a handsome guy so I dont see the need for him to lie about his age other than the fear of rejection for being older.
The last time I saw Rick was in early July, the day before he was due to leave to Madeira for about a month and at that point I was due to leave back to Florida on the 21st of that month. He told me it would be nice to meet up again when he travelled to Florida, which he planned to in a few months.
I ended up staying in New York because my dad had finally lost the house in Florida after maybe four years of not paying his mortgage.
The only form of contact I had with Rick while he was in Madeira was through email but I never sent him one because he had told me that he would be communicating with me and sharing pictures of his time there. It was almost a month and he hadn’t communincated and to my suprise I was feeling anguished. He didnt send me an email until a few days before he was due to get back to NY — he sent me a poem.
I haven’t seen him since before he left for Madeira, its been a few months. He’s wanted to meet up a few times but I kindly tell him I cant and make up an excuse. I dont dislike him all of a sudden or anything, I just lost interest. Hes definitely a great guy and I’d only like to stay friends, not “friends with benefits”.
About my sexual experience with him, he honestly wasnt that great. I know he’s the only person I’ve had intercourse with but I also know that it could’ve been better. I only consider myself to be 90% virgin.