Yesterday was a big day in the Rorschach household. I didn’t wear a panty liner for the first time in about 2 months… and I didn’t ruin my underwear! Stopping those mini pills was a very good decision indeed.
Unfortunately, it was also the first time in about a decade that I had a migraine. It was the second time in my life where I had a preceding visual aura, and the first time in my life where I had a dysphasic aura (i.e. speech disturbance). Scary stuff – I thought I was having a stroke.
After my follow-up doctor’s appointment where it was determined that the antibiotics worked just fine and there was no longer any sign of infection (woohoo!), I rushed home and crashed into bed for the rest of the day.
I had to cancel my 2nd date with High Roller.
Today is the day after migraine and I’m still feeling really rough. I have to go to work, though. Ugh. Fortunately, tomorrow is a holiday.
But I know you’re all chomping at the bit to hear about my date with Dr Russia on Tuesday night. Spoiler: It went really well.
Our plan was to meet at the Latin American Club at 8:30. The Latin American Club is an old dive bar in the Mission district with dozens of pinatas dangling from the 25′ ceilings and 1950s style formica tables and chairs. This bar is famous for their margaritas. Part of the reason they’re so famous – or should I say infamous – is because they’re huge! They’re served in pint glasses.
Dr Russia messaged me at 7:45 to say he was running late and that he’d be there closer to 9. I got an Uber and arrived at 8:45. I wanted to arrive first this time because I was late for our first date.
I was able to snag a small 2-top cozy candlelit booth against the wall. While I waited I texted with my sister discussing logistics of procuring tickets for the August 2018 Pixies/Weezer show.
Dr Russia arrived at 9:10. We gave each other a hug hello and he apologized for being late. He said he had missed his BART train. Weeknight trains only come every 30 minutes or so.
I was reminded of his nerdy-ness. I think it it’s his mannerisms and his vocal inflections. But I was also reminded of how cute he is: Blond haired, blue eyed, and 6’2″. He reminded me a lot of Hayden. *sigh*
We both had a margarita. They were strong but well-balanced; not too sweet nor sour. After the first round, Dr Russia opted for a second margarita. I ordered a beer.
Whereas the conversation on our first date was fairly awkward and stilted, I’m glad I listened to my gut and took another chance on him because our conversation on date #2 was awesome. It flowed nicely and we even shared some laughs (something that didn’t happen on our first date).
He asked me a lot of questions this time, including why I chose my career path. It’s an interesting story so I like to tell it.
We talked about his career path once again. I told him that I was fascinated with Russian culture and language when I was a teenager. I had even tried teaching myself Russian when I was 14 years old… pretty difficult considering there was no internet and my small suburban library only had Russian to English and English to Russian dictionaries. I had even made myself a shirt with the Russian word for “hello” on it.
He was shocked by all of this and asked why I was interested in Russia. I explained the whole post- Cold War climate in the United States and how communist Russia was seen as a threat… and it played out in popular movies and imagery in music videos. I told him one movie in particular, Spies Like Us, specifically piqued my interest.
He said, “I haven’t seen that movie.”
I responded, jokingly, “Of course you haven’t. You weren’t even born yet!”
I laughed; he looked a little sheepish.
We were both being flirty. At one point, he admired my metallic dark green nail polish; I told him he should see my toenails.
He said, “I’m incredibly attracted to you.” I told him I was attracted to him, too.
Before we knew it, it was 11:50 and I asked him what time the last BART train left. He said he thought it was midnight.
I said, “Well, we’d better get going then. I’ll walk with you there then I’ll catch an Uber home.”
He seemed hesitant to leave, but he also seemed concerned about getting back to the east bay so that he wouldn’t miss teaching his 9 am class. As we stood in front of the bar deciding in which direction to head for the transit station, he kissed me. Then he pushed me up against the wall while we continued making out.
Oh, I likey!
He admitted he had drunk a little too much. He asked, a little hesitantly as if he were overstepping his boundaries, “Do you mind if I come home with you?”
I said of course I didn’t mind; he was welcome to come home with me. He clarified, “I mean, can I stay overnight at your place?” I said yes, of course!
We got an Uber to my place, kissing occasionally in the back seat.
Once we’d arrived at my place, I showed him around. He commented that my daughter’s doll sitting in the living room was creepy.
I crawled into my bed fully clothed; he followed. He slowly undressed me and kissed me all over – it was heavenly. He provided some oral pleasure.
I tried to reciprocate but… his cock was soft. He lamented the alcohol and seemed embarrassed about it.
We snuggled instead then fell asleep. It was around 1 am.
The alarm woke us up at 7. Dr Russia seemed ready and capable of having intercourse. It was pretty amazing and he had some nice tricks up his sleeve… like the jackhammer move while on top of me and grabbing my ass cheeks while I’m on top as well as placing his hand on my perineum while he’s penetrating me.
He’d lose a strong erection every time we changed positions, though, and we’d have to gradually build up again. And he couldn’t climax. Eventually he lost his erection completely.
We had post-coital snuggles. He said, “It feels really good to hold you.” Awww.
As I watched him get dressed, I admired his adorable clothes. He’d worn black jeans, a black & blue plaid button down shirt, and dark brown leather chukka boots. I told him that I loved his black & red striped socks.
Before he caught his Uber at 8, he said he’d like to see me again soon. I told him next week would work. He said, “Well, let me know because your schedule is tougher than mine.” I said, “You don’t even have my phone number! I’ll send it to you.”
I sent him a message on Tinder around 9:30 telling him I’d hoped he’d made it to work on time and also included my phone number.
I wasn’t too happy when he didn’t text until 7:30 last night. He said he was a little late to work that morning “but nothing too egregious” and that he hoped to see me again soon. Um…so I guess the ball’s in my court to suggest a night? I’d prefer he flat-out ask me what my schedule is for next week.
D texted last night asking if Wednesday works for date #3. I told him it did. He responded, “I’m excited to see you again!” I didn’t reply.
In fact, I didn’t reply to Dr Russia or High Roller last night. I needed a night off all communications as I nursed my migraine.
The good news is that I did finish Stranger Things 2 and GLOW last night and was in bed by 9 pm.