I had a conversation with Nate a few days ago, which, when I reflected back upon it, led me to the conclusion that I am SO not a normal woman, particularly when it comes to my response to this particular line of conversation.  

But I'll get to that entertaining tidbit in a moment...  first a Nate Update!  

So far, so good.  Honestly, I don't know where the man finds his energy when it comes to sex.   Most guys are worn out after 1, maybe 2 romps in an evening.  Some rare guys might even be good for 3 or 4.  But 10?  12?  More?  Often with 5 minutes or less in between? He's been wearing my ass OUT (but in a lovely, lovely way!)  

I haven't quite figured out whether he's trying to wear me out so I have no energy left in between days when I see him to have sex with other men, whether he's like a sex camel, trying to store up as much sexual enjoyment as possible to last him until the next time he sees me, or whether he's just got boundless energy.  Probably a little of all of the above.  When I mentioned this to one friend, he said "AH AH...<holds up finger> don't bitch about a cornucopia of cock!"  - I chuckled and promised I wasn't complaining!  

Yet still, here I sit, happily weary, wondering if I'd have to beg for mercy (or rest) if he wanted to see me again tonight, cuz DAYUM.  Last night, a handful of romps throughout the course of the evening ended up with me falling asleep stretched across his lap as we watched a movie.  When it was over, he woke me up and we went up to bed, and I'm thinking maaaaaaaaaybe he's got one more romp in him.  But no, there were 3.  With no breaks in between.  And then 2 more before work this morning.  

Each time, it went something like this: WOW! *pant*pant* That felt fabulous... *pant*pant* I'm so DONE... my body can't take anymore! *pant*pant* *blink*blink* *pant*pant* God, I must have you again! *pounce* 

Criminy! Boundless energy, I tell you.

OK, enough of the Nate Update (which basically amounts to "OMG SO MUCH SEX!"), and on to the amusing conversation I mentioned.  

I went out with TheRealtor for the first time on Tuesday, having decided spur of the moment to meet late that evening instead of waiting for our original plans to meet Sunday (read that post first if you haven't already). He lamented having to wait until Sunday to see me again.  I thought it was going to be impossible to do so, as I had plans every evening for the rest of the week.  But somehow, we found time to talk on the phone each day and see each other again before Sunday - three days in a row.  On the 4th day (Friday), he wanted to see me again, and I was very tempted, very tempted (that boy knows how to tempt me!), but thought I aught to show some self restraint and not give into the temptation to see him for the 4th day in a row..  but we ended up deep in conversation on the phone until 4am.  Why not see each other then?  Well, for one thing, we wouldn't have been talking until 4am if we were within touching distance of one another.  The chemistry between us is electric, and we don't seem to be able to keep our hands off of one another *grin*.  

Saturday, I was planning on driving a couple of hours to visit Sarah and go to a party together.  I was going to be back Sunday in time for what was originally supposed to be my first date with TheRealtor (but now would be my fourth).  Before I left on Saturday, I had to bake a cheesecake.  In one of our early pre-meeting phone conversations, TheRealtor and I were talking about cooking and he asked what my favorite dessert was to make.  When I described my chocolate chip cheesecake with chocolate ganache topping, he was taken, and confessed to having a total weakness for cheesecake.  I told him that if our first date went well, for our second date, I would make him a cheesecake.  He was thrilled, and flirtily mentioned it often in our subsequent conversations.  The night we met, during one particularly passionate bout of kissing, I tore my lips away from his and said "Oh, you are SO getting a cheesecake Sunday!"

He's been looking forward to that cheesecake ever since.

Chris, Mr. 4th date guy, has been quite the enigma.  When I see him he is friendly and chatty and sweet... and then we part ways and I don't hear from him for a week or more.  He doesn't return phone calls and emails, he says he'll call and doesn't, he says he wants to get together later in the week, and then flakes out without getting in touch.  And each time, just when I'm irritated to the point of saying "screw it" and writing him off, I hear from him, he apologizes for being bad about getting in touch, and for some reason, something keeps me coming back.

Because something keeps telling me "He's not an insensitive prick who's prioritized you so low that he can't be bothered to take 30 seconds to return an email/text message/voicemail... there's more going on here."  And on many levels we get along well.  All the aforementioned issues with reliably staying in touch have already caused me to pull him out of the potential romance pool, but he's a good friend candidate, and, well... the sex is outstanding.  

Ok, I'll admit it... that is probably what keeps me from writing him off completely - the sex is damned fine, and I've already got him mentally in the "friend" category - and I put up with a lot more shit from my friends than I would from a romantic partner.

So last night I'm driving home thinking that I haven't heard from him in a week (despite the fact that he'd said he wanted to get together on the weekend and that he swore he'd get in touch), and he must be done with me (or that I should be done with him)... and that it's time, once again, to write him off and figure I won't hear from him again.