Bawh-ston – Part 4

I wanted to stomp on his face.

I wanted to stomp on his face.

Bawh-ston – Part 1
Bawh-ston – Part 2
Bawh-ston – Part 3

Once I realized I was being played, I was not a happy camper. Bawh-ston was avoiding me for what? It didn’t make sense to me, because I know I hadn’t done anything wrong. When someone spends nearly every night with you and suddenly stops without any explanation, it just makes you go hmmmm… Not to mention, it was a blow to my self-esteem after a difficult divorce, because at this point my ex was in a new full-blown relationship.

The following week was St. Patrick’s Day, and I knew that Bawh-ston would be enjoying the festivities instead of paying me back the money he owed. He didn’t even invite me, but instead met his friend out (Samira saw him). I wanted to show up at the bar and give him a piece of my mind, but I was coming down with the flu and felt like complete shit.

Instead, I called and told him how I felt about the way he was treating me. He said I didn’t need an invitation, to meet him at the bar. I reminded him that he hadn’t spoken to me all week and that he still owed me money. He said he didn’t have the money this week (but he could still afford to drink at the bar). I could hear loudness in the background and him having a good time for himself. I was furious and hung up. I was so furious I called him right back and told him that I was going out with my friends and maybe I’ll meet a real man. He didn’t know I was sick, so he must have believed me, because he said go right ahead. I couldn’t believe he acted like he didn’t care. So while he was out drinking green beer, I was downing Nyquil, feeling miserable in many ways.

Less than three months later, Bawh-ston is “in a relationship” according to Facebook. I thought it was a joke, because he had just turned 44 years old, and this girl was only like 22 – the same age as his daughter for which he was still paying back child support! Nope, not a joke, because I’d learned they moved in together. So I called him up again asking for the money he owed me. His response?

“You want me to pay you for a date we went on together?” And he laughed about it. Talk about the wrong thing for him to do to someone he jilted and ripped off! I told him that he was a “looo-sah” of a man that had to have women pay for him.

To get him back, I waited about a month or so and had a friend send him random nude photos from her Tracfone saying she wanted to see him again. He actually fell for it for a little while until she sent some that didn’t have matching tattoos. (He still doesn’t know who was behind it. 😉 )

I learned earlier this year that Bawh-ston and the girl had a baby. Better her than me! Finally… the END of Bawh-ston!

Bawh-ston – Part 3

Wishing I was on the back of a Harley...

Wishing I was on the back of a Harley…

Bawh-ston Part 1

Bawh-ston Part 2

Bawh-ston and I ended up dating for less than three months. During those months, he was spending the night at my place probably five times a week. He had been living with a roommate and when the lease was up he moved in with his cousin, supposedly looking for his own place.

I cooked dinner for us (I paid for groceries) most nights, sometimes breakfast on the weekends. And I’m not talking hamburger helper here. If you’ve seen me on cam in the kitchen, I cook up some pretty good stuff that’s not cheap. Once a week he would get takeout, usually Chinese or sushi. He took me on an actual date once during the entire time we dated to a sushi place and then his favorite bar (where we were introduced). He was the first guy I went out with in public since my separation/divorce, which had been about a year prior, so that was big for me. I managed to get him to help me do some things around the house, like mow the lawn (once) and “fix” things my slumlord didn’t do. One of the last things I got him to do was help me move into my new place.

Around the end of month two, Bawh-ston and I went to a concert. Since the tickets had to be purchased together online and I was the only one with a credit card, he said he’d pay me back in cash, buy dinner that evening and drive. Tickets were $160 each. He gave me $100 and promised to give me the rest next payday. I ended up making us steak dinner, driving, paying for parking, and buying my own $10 beer. He acted like a fucking douche the entire night, walking ahead of me and ignoring me and being pissy. I suppose it was because he had spent all of his money on beer and pot instead of being a man and doing what he promised. Either way, the entire thing really pissed me off, because not only did he screw me on promises, he was treating me like shit on top of it – and I knew I didn’t deserve that.

At the time, I had just started a new job and barely scraping by, so now this started to become an issue. I was newly divorced and in a lot of debt from that, moving, and being unemployed for 5 months. I definitely could not afford to foot the bill on a grown ass man!

Shortly after the concert incident, I texted Bawh-ston on a Saturday during a huge event in the city suggesting that instead of spending money (that I didn’t have), we could buy some beer and sit by the river. It was a beautiful day. He said he was having lunch at the bar. I knew that meant – “lunch” was going to end up being the rest of the day at the bar. He stopped answering my text messages altogether, so I was fuming, and I began to wonder if he’d met someone else. Samira saw him at the bar dancing around like a moron, so she recorded it and posted it to Facebook. He was by himself in a mostly empty bar.

Apparently, he was pissed at me for posting on Facebook earlier that week that I’d rather be on the back of a Harley than working that day. He took offense to that, because he doesn’t own a Harley, but instead of being a man about it, he chose to ignore me. Here we go, I thought, another fucking insecure asshole I’m dealing with here.

To be continued…

Bawh-ston – Part 2

(Continued from last post)

Thinking about his hard cock made my nipples hard.

Thinking about his hard cock made my nipples hard.

Since Bawh-ston had drank too much, I drove to my place, leaving his vehicle behind. There was no denying our mutual chemistry. We’d barely made it through the door without ripping each other’s clothes off, leaving a trail of jeans, shirts, boots, and lingerie. He had the softest lips and knew how to use them. (A great kisser always turns me on!) Had I known this before, I wouldn’t have waited so long to seduce him.

He was uncut, which was much more pleasurable for me, and his dick must have measured at least seven inches. I think we surprised each other at how much we really enjoyed one another. I mean, I knew the sex was going to be good, but I wasn’t expecting it to be that good. We spent hours in the bedroom before passing out – hours of fucking, sucking, and licking like porn stars.

Both of us had to be at work the next morning, so between a late night of drinking and amazing sex, we were both pretty exhausted. After dropping him off at his truck at the bar, I wasn’t expecting to hear back from him soon, if at all, figuring he was a player and a hookup. But I was wrong. He texted me that afternoon saying he’d had a good time and wanted to see me the following evening after work. Since this was about a week before the Christmas holiday and my first year living alone, I welcomed the company. We’d also had a cold winter, so having someone over that could help keep me warm was a plus.

We ended up enjoying each other’s company so much that we started seeing each other every day. For anyone that knows me, this is something really big for me. I’m the type of person that likes my space, and most guys annoy me if they hang around for too long or too often. We learned that we’d had a lot in common. I felt like he was the guy that I always wanted when I was in my 20s, but one of us would have broken the other’s heart. Unexpectedly, I didn’t spend Christmas alone. Bawh-ston ended up meeting some of my family (also really big for me), and they also liked him – even my gay cousin thought he was hot ;). But I had already told them I didn’t think this was going to be a permanent thing.

Although I really liked Bawh-ston, there were too many things that were deal breakers. One was the fact that he was 43 years old and didn’t have any motivation to better himself in the workplace. I later found out he didn’t even own a credit card, which would explain a lot. He had never been married, was still paying child support on his adult daughter, and he also had a roommate. He had zero motivation to do much of anything on his own unless I suggested it and showed him around. He had been living in my area for two years and hadn’t been anywhere except a few bars!

And then of course, the drinking. I hadn’t realized how bad the drinking was until he spent the night on a Friday and woke up on Saturday to pop a beer at 10 a.m., even before breakfast was served. I pretty much knew right then that this was going to be a huge issue for me, because my last relationship also had a drinking issue, and I wasn’t about to deal with it again. But like so many of us do, I continued with this relationship while it lasted. Again, I was vulnerable, probably somewhat lonely, and at the time he was a comfort pillow.

To be continued…

The Guy from Boston (Bawh-ston)

He made me so hot.

He made me so hot.

I should have gone with my first impression, but the combination of vulnerability and chemistry got in the way.

Bawh-ston was introduced to me by mutual bartender friends a couple of months prior to my final dissolution of marriage. My first impression? He was really good looking, around my age, and in pretty good shape. He had an attractive personality – he was humorous, friendly and easy to talk to, and seemed easy to get along with. But another first impression? He looks like an alcoholic, I thought.

Bawh-ston left with his friends, then maybe three weeks later we ran into each other at the same place while I was out with one of my fun cougar friends, Samira (who happens to fit the meaning of her name perfectly). Bawh-ston and I flirted heavily – so heavily to the point that I had my hand on his thigh and could feel his cock down his leg. Oh. My. God. Totally unexpected that he would have such a large cock. No wonder I was so attracted to this guy.

Unable to find Samira, I assumed she had to be to work early and left. For whatever reason (probably too much to drink), I thought Bawh-ston had left with another woman out the back door. I’ll still never really know to this day if that was the case or not, because later he denied it, saying he went outside to smoke weed. Apparently, he had come back inside the bar and saw that I’d left. I was probably pissed about the “other woman” that may or may not have existed, and so walked all the way home (probably two miles).

It turned out Samira had not left, but maybe was in the bathroom too long. I was drunk and stupid walking around a CVS asking something that I can’t remember, but probably something to do with Halloween makeup. My cell phone pics the following day chronicled my trip home past the tire shop and other random construction on the walkway. Thank goodness for cell phone cameras on drunk nights, right? I guess I was in CVS amusing myself by pressing the buttons on all of the mechanical Halloween props and filming them. Then for whatever reason, I’d decided that the tire shop was super interesting, because I took several (blurry) shots of it. Then there were pictures of orange flags in the ground for some construction job going on just before I got to my house. I don’t remember walking in the door.

Fast forward about two months later, days before the final decree, I ran into Bawh-ston again. This time was even better. We’d hashed out the last time we’d seen each other and the details of me leaving. We learned that we only lived about 1/4 of a mile away from each other. Super heavy flirtation began. And then we both decided that we wanted to fuck each other… right now.

So we left….

To be continued…