When it was over, we laughed, about Apple Pay. About the ingenuity of this system that worked, from beginning to end, it worked where Google Wallet failed. I talked about payment to him, he voiced his opinion, and he wanted to see if I have used Apple Pay, strangely I had not. I confessed. I needed for the security bug to fix itself. I said. I wanted for all the kinks to work themselves out before I sign up. He said that it was easy and that he did make it work, very easily, at Walmart. We talked about the shuttles. FaceBook, Google, Yahoo shuttles that took people from one part of town to another part of the town, the entire bay area was a town to us. He was from L.A., and he had lived in many places, among his residences, Connecticut and New York City. I found that a bit strange. I learned that he had attended a state school here in the West Coast and then he moved to the East Coast. He was a partner at a marketing firm. And he now worked for a startup division of a technology giant.
He told me about dating women on OKC. How they would lie about their age, and how they were in their 30s and 40s and yet they still lived with roommates, barely holding down a job, they were into their 4th career by the time they turn 40, from a massage therapist to a something else, hopping from one job to another but with no real prospect of a career, how they were the adults who never grew up from being a burner. Permanently living a life of a young adult, when they were in their late 30s and mid 40s, looking to finally get married, and have kids.
How once he walked a woman home to her place, and she was in her 30s and she shared a house with several roommates. How they had so very little, and did not seem to worry about their future, until they are hitting late 30s and 40s.
He told me about his mentors. His friends, dropping names as if I ought to know them. He was smacking his lips, chewing, turned out that he was chewing gum, I asked for a piece so he got up and got me a piece.
By then his cat had decided to lay her head on his lap, and he balanced his cat and me, afraid of me falling onto of his cat, when I tried to avoid his cat, he almost felt offended, as if I was making a choice to choose no one when I should, ought to choose both of them.
When he made love to me, I looked up and I saw those impossibly blue eyes, small and squinting. He was nearsighted but when he removed his glasses he looked more refined with his soft skin and beautiful facial structure. I'm partial to fair skinned men. I liked them blond and blue eyes. Or green eyes. Hair needed to be unruly and light colored at the very least. He had some blond hair now mixed his gray, he was not a young man. At age 47, he still got carded and he was proud of his youthful looks. I told him that I used to have a crush on a man who looked somewhat like him. I was 22 and he was 39, I said. He said, oh I see. You have a pattern. Previously I had told him about another man I dated in my early 20s who was also in his late 30s. He said if there were three things of common theme, then it was a pattern. At the time it was only two things, but then I went on to tell him about this man who was a major VC in the valley at the time, whom had courted and dated me for years, but I could not bring myself to fuck him because his last name was a male sex organ. He said, oh there was the third, and it was officially a pattern. I did like older men but that was many years ago. Now I liked them young. Or youngish, I declared.
He was very talkative, and he had a lot to say and I realized he was way smarter than he looked. He was offended by the comment so he asked me "why?" I said "Good looking guys tend not to be so smart. You are an exception."
I always knew my weakness with men were their looks. If I did find the attractive, I wanted to fuck them, and when I did, it sort of made me emotionally vulnerable. I liked men who looked like him. With strong jaw bones and sensual lips.
For a man who was 6'1", he liked women who were petite like his mother, his mother was French and his ex wife was also as tall as me. It was a pattern for him too, as it turned out. We laid on the couch, chilling, like he did all day and I did all day, separately.
I may find midwesterners intense and east coast men direct, I am the most comfortable with Californian men, and men from the Northwest. It was always the chill, laidbackness that made me more in tune with things. I was not exactly so sure about the reason but I knew I liked them blond and sunny.
He had a large instrument. One that made me squiggly happy. He was good at fucking, though he called me "my love" and sex "making love" like a Frenchman did. He always walked me to my car when I needed to leave. He was not exactly sure about a lot of things, yet he was okay with it. He knew that I had a long term boyfriend whom I saw very rarely. A husband who I am not having sex with for many years, two children, and two sets of folks. I had never talked to others like I had talked to him.
He had a step daughter a cat a job and his scarf. He liked finer things in life. He liked dining out and going out. He was a bit taken aback by my aggressiveness, my pursuit of him, but he also liked it because I think it made him less worried about being shut down, though I think he was getting used to it.
I wanted to spend the remaining days together before he had to head out for his vacation back at his home in Nice. I wanted to go to a party or two, eat at a couple of fun restaurants, and I wanted to spend the evenings at his place so that I could wake up with him, grab brunch and settle down on his porch, to read, to hike, and to lounge all day long, like he belonged to me and I belonged to him.
His house was large and beautiful. It did not feel American to me, it felt European, like he was.
He brought me into his house, it had been a few months since he had a serious girlfriend. I asked if he was only dating white. It seemed to be the case. He said one of his longest relationship was with an Asian. I smiled. I didn't want to be the first.
He's led an uncomplicated life. I had my shares of complication. We were not exactly the same. He was enjoying the opportunity of getting laid. I was cute but not exactly the relationship person for him. I sort of landed on his lap. He did not want to lose me, or he won't get laid as much.
I like the lightness of this. I like how he made me so excited. I like what I see.
I intend to see it through.
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