There’s always a red flag…

July 23rd, it was my friend Jackie’s birthday party. A small group of eight met up before a night of drinking to get dinner. I was a bit out of the circle of people, I recognized some of the people from previous events, but didn’t really know any of them. One guy in particular that I thought I knew, but obviously didn’t was Adam.

At some point in the dinner, I asked Adam, “Weren’t you that guy from two New Year’s Eves ago?”

He was absolutely confused, “No, I wasn’t in Chicago then.”

Jackie butted in, “Who are you thinking of? Was it…” She then started to ramble to list off friends of hers it could have been.

I explained, “Good, glad you aren’t him. He kept staring at my tits the entire night and was a total prick.”

Adam laughed, “Thank god I’m not him then.” He smiled at me, I smiled back. At least I didn’t make a complete fool of myself quite yet. Adam is cute, brown eyes, dark hair, clean-cut, nice build. He is former military and conservative, not quite my type, but I was already captivated by this flirtation we have started. It was still early in the night, so we did some coy looks across the dinner table.

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After dinner, we all made our way downtown to the bar. When we arrived, we were joined by several other people. We took over a pretty large section of the Chicago Athletic Association’s game room. Adam sat and ordered a drink, I went off to the restroom. When I got back, the only seating was the opposite side of the section we took over. I sat down, but it wasn’t long until Adam and I started making flirtatious eye contact.

Once the first round of drinks were consumed, everyone was ready for some games. Several of the people went straight for pool, and a group of us made our way to bocce ball. A game of four on four, girls versus boys. Lo and behold, Adam and I both were playing bocce ball. In between turns, Adam made an effort to talk and flirt with me.

As the night progressed, more and more people joined. Adam tried to get me on my own, he insisted we should order another round of drinks at the bar and check out the other side of the game room to get away. When we got to the bar and ordered our drinks, another friend of mine followed and was trying to catch up with me. I gave her a look like, “Dude, I’m occupied right now.” She quickly caught on and walked away.

We then grabbed our drinks and found somewhere quiet to chat. He was sweet. A bit reserved and quiet, had a cadence you would expect to hear out of an old movie, but this only lured me in more. Not more than 30 minutes later, a friend of mine interrupted to tell me she and a group were headed to Chinatown. While I went and said my goodbyes, Adam got pulled off to play shuffleboard with Jackie and some others.

I drank and watched from the sidelines, Adam and I kept making eyes, so I wasn’t really paying much attention to the game. As the game wrapped up, the birthday girl and the few others that were left took over foosball, Adam and I found a chess board to play. We chatted and played and flirted and I totally kicked his ass. As our game came to an end, Adam’s friend came up and summoned us to the bar to take shots with everyone.

One shot down. “Cheers to Jackie!” Another round was poured, without hesitation, we were all grabbing our second shots. “Happy birthday!” Two shots and four or five drinks in, I was definitely starting to feel it. It was about 1:30am, Jackie was still going strong, so she said we should go to Mindy’s, another Chicago Athletic Association bar on the top floor. We made our way up, everyone ordered drinks and sat at the bar, and I grabbed a water and sat on a couch by the window to chill for a bit.

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I sat there watching the lighting in the distance flicker beyond Millennium Park. Not long into my reminiscing, Adam joined me. We sat in silence for a minute. It was nice. To break the silence, he asked, “How would you feel about walking along the lake once we leave?” I was exhausted and a bit tipsy, but I didn’t want the night with Adam to end quite yet, so I agreed.

An hour or so later, they announced last call. I was ready to leave to walk with Adam, but had to wait to make sure Jackie was ok. She was pretty hammered and was flirting with the bartender. He asked for her number, she gave it and lingered. I had to pull her away, the bartender smiled at Jackie as we left.

We headed out, Adam and I walked together a little behind as the other three remaining souls were a few feet ahead.  His friend was on a mission to get us all to the next bar or somewhere we could keep drinking. Adam looked at me and said, “Let’s ditch them.” I agreed. At the next crosswalk, the three ahead of us walked straight and we bolted right and crossed the street to cut through Millennium Park.

As we approached the park entrance, we were quickly stopped by the guard, “The park closes at 11pm.” We turned and walked along side the park towards the lake instead. We walked up Randolph, I knew all along we were going the wrong way to the lake, but I let Adam lead. He eventually realized we were on an upper level street. There was no way to the lake, at least an easy route from where we were at. He asked, “How adventurous are you?” I laughed, although I was in a dress and flats, I am still always up for an adventure. We hopped a few fences, and found our way to Lower Wacker, then to the river walk. Finally, a clear route to the lake.

We walked and talked and laughed and flirted. He’s very well mannered while I have a sailor’s mouth, a weird mix to say the least. I called him out and said to loosen up, he said it just takes getting to know him before he fully unleashes reveals that he is just as vulgar as me. I don’t know if I fully believe this.

The river walk merged into the pier and docks just East of Randolph. We walked along the pier and found our way to the end, the last dock was several police patrol boats, then there was a cement barrier separating the docks and the lake. We faced more fences. Adam asked, “Are you still feeling adventurous?”

“Bring it on.” I replied. He swung his leg around the fence, lifted himself above the water, and reached his leg to the cement ledge. I followed, but being shorter, plus in a dress, this fence proved to be a little more difficult than the ones from earlier. I quickly realized the way my dress was stretching over the side of the fence, it was making it difficult for me to spread my legs far enough to reach to the cement barrier. Adam saw my struggle, and reached his hand out to pull me over.

We continued our journey along the cement barrier. As we walked further and further, suddenly swarms of seagulls flew up above us cawing. It was actually quite beautiful, hundreds of white birds flying overhead alongside skyscrapers on one side, the lake on the other. We approached the end of the barrier and leaned against the wall. Adam created a story about a military man and the lighthouse in the distance. His voice was soothing and somehow blocked out the noise of the seagulls.

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As his story came to an end, he looked me in the eye, I smiled. He smiled back. My heart started to race a little, he leaned in and kissed me. We locked lips, his hands on my waste, my arms wrapped around his neck. A perfect romantic moment you’d expect to see in the movies. We continued to make out for several minutes. He pulled back, smiled at me, and I smiled back. We were quiet, but it was a comfortable silence.

“Do you want to go to the beach?” he asked to break the silence.

I agreed, but then I added, “First, I need to pee.”

He laughed and led the way back to the pier, helping me back around the fence. We walked back to the start of the pier and luckily there were bathrooms that were somehow still open at 4:30am. I went in to pee, he stayed out and waited. When I came out, he asked if I wanted something to drink. I laughed, “Sure?” confused as to where he would get us drinks. Turns out not only were the bathrooms left unlocked, the patio by the bathroom, although gated off, wasn’t too hard to squeeze past the gate and get to the fridges which were also unlocked.

He grabbed us each a sprite, then we found our way to the nearest street to call an Uber. He pulled me in and held me and kissed me and we waited for our ride to the beach. We got in the car, headed north, and were dropped off near the beach entrance. The entrance was blocked off, another place that closes at 11pm. We started walking down Montrose away from the beach, and he said, “Well that was kind of a fail; where would you like to go.”

He had told me earlier that he lived near Montrose Beach, so I said, “We could go to your place.”

Adam hesitated, then revealed, “I would say yes, but I actually still live with my ex girlfriend. We’ve been broken up for two months, I’m the one on the lease, she’s refused to move out, and I wasn’t putting up a fight. My lease ends at the end of the month, so I’m moving out next week.” Red flag… but there’s always some of those.

Not really sure if I should end the night, but still kind of tempted to keep going, I brushed if off and said “That’s gotta  be tough.” I paused, “Well, we can still go back to the beach, just not use the main entrance.”

We walked back, but headed south away from the entrance and cut through the trees and grass. As we scurried through, Adam grabbed my hand as to guide me through faster. As we exited the tree covered area, we slowed down the pace and continued to hold hands as we walked. We ended up on a hill. At the top, Adam pulled me in yet again. He’s very affectionate, which I usually like, but I felt a little off with all of this. He seems way to proper for my taste, but it was still very sweet so I went along.

After a prolonged embrace on the hill, I pulled away and started to head towards the beach. He followed. When we got to the beach, we sat on the ledge just before the sand. He put his arm around me, I leaned up against him, putting my head on his shoulder, watching the waves flow in and out before us. We chatted some, but the night had us both exhausted so we mostly sat in silence, taking in the view in front of us. An hour passed and we watched the sun rise.

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As daylight got brighter, I was quickly reminded of what time it was. I told him I should probably go home. We walked back towards Montrose, I called an Uber home. He waited with me and held me and kissed me some more. I was torn. At this point I was a little turned off by the fact that he lives with his ex still, but I enchanted by his affection. It seems like even the most well mannered boys still have at least one red flag, and this was a big one. My Uber pulled up, we said our goodbyes, and I headed home. As soon as I got home, I went straight to my bed and passed out until 3pm.

I woke up to a text from Adam. Now what to do with it?

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Suburbia, just go home

Suburbia… I should have known you wouldn’t be as good as I had you painted in my head. It was too good to be true, and that is how online dating seems to go. I had Phone Date Jitters when Suburbia insisted he called earlier in July, but it went seemingly well, too well. The phone conversation went for four hours, then we even had another phone conversation that lasted about two hours the day before we finally met in person. He was sweet and easy to hold a conversation with, there were a few minor red flags, but nothing that would have been make or break for me.

He lives in the suburbs at home with his dad and grandma. That should have been red flag enough, but you live and learn I guess. The next day, he took the train into the city and I picked him up. As I pulled up and saw him, first thought, he is way too skinny and short. Like maybe 5’7″. I’m trying to not be that shallow, but for me, while I’m not looking for a relationship, the guys I’m casually seeing/sleeping with better fit my shallow desires.

It was too late to drive off. I’m not cruel. I wasn’t going to stand him up on first glance when he took the train all this way. He got in and we awkwardly introduced ourselves. He brought me brownies because during our phone conversation, I joked with him that he’d get extra brownie points if brownies were actually involved. It was a sweet gesture, but I pretty much already made up my mind.

We went to the Garfield Park Conservatory, walked around and talked a bit. It was nice, but I wasn’t really interested. Everything he said I couldn’t relate to. He has terrible taste in music, he showed me his tattoos, both amature and the ideas he had didn’t sound too great either. He then asked how much longer I plan on living in the city for and said that he’s looking for his “fairytale ending; a wife, kids, nice house in the suburbs. You know, the whole white picket fence dream.” Those were literally the words that came out of his mouth. That was the last straw for me, but I felt trapped. He came all the way to the city and I was his ride back to the train.

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We continued to hang out. He was sweet, and so eager to please me and kept insisting that he didn’t need to catch a train until 11:40pm, it was difficult to tell him that he should catch the next train home, so I was stuck with him for the next few hours.

The evening dragged. We ran out of things to talk about. He still kept insisting that he didn’t need to go home yet. He even tried to kiss me, but I was so not into it. I did a quick giggle and turn as to let him kiss my cheek. I think he saw it as endearing, he didn’t get that I wasn’t interested. He then kept setting shit up and telling me I should come to the suburbs and I hardly had room to talk. I felt suffocated. I didn’t have the heart to shut him up and tell him then that I wasn’t interested, but I also felt bulldozed into a fantasy relationship he had painted of us in his head.

I was so bored and exhausted, he finally realized or at least noticed I was tired, and said he could catch the 10:40 instead of the 11:40. Thank fucking god. I drove him to the train station as fast as I could and called it a night.

The next day he texted to tell me that he was excited to see me again and can’t wait till our next date. I had to let him down easy right then and there. I don’t like to ghost, so I told him that it’s obvious that we aren’t compatible. He wants a fairy tale ending with a white picket fence, while I want to be free and travel and fuck whoever I want. When I texted him this he called and told me he didn’t understand. He thought that everything was going well and he didn’t see this coming and that he thought this time would be different.

Is that bad that I continued to hang out with him out of pity? Should I have driven off and just ditched him outside the train station? Or told him earlier in the evening when he first so eagerly told me he had till the 11:40 train? There never really is a right time to let someone down when they are that into you. Sometimes you just gotta rip the band-aid off and let them know how it is.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Tinder Douche

As I told you already, I redownloaded Tinder again briefly Thursday, July 7. It was about 9:30pm. Well within a half hour, I had a dozen matches, and several messages. One guy in particular held pretty good conversation, at least played along with my banter. I tend to dissect what people say and twist their words in a playful manner to start a flirtatious argument.

For the sake of this blog, he doesn’t need a name. He was a blip in my sexual life, so this guy will only be known as Tinder Douche. Well Tinder Douche started out fun and light via messaging. At one point, he said he’s not looking to date, so I jokingly told him, “I completely understand, I’m on here for strictly platonic friends too.” He was terrible on his defense, and said “No, I’m just not looking to date, but I also don’t want a one night stand.” So basically, he was passive aggressively trying to see if I would be down for a casual sex/fuck buddy type thing. I responded with, “Are you sure you aren’t telling me you aren’t looking for a one night stand so I let my guard down and fuck you the first time we meet? I’ve got my eye on you.”

I thought it was funny how hard he tried to say he wasn’t looking for a one night stand, but he also wouldn’t admit to wanting a fuck buddy, but also said he didn’t want to date. He was getting so worked up every time I twisted what he said. He eventually ended it with, “I like your style. You can really talk some shit.” Our flirtatious messaging went on until about 11:15pm when he messaged saying “Instead of messaging for the entire hour, we could have met up.” I shot it back at him, “Well isn’t it past your bedtime?” He quickly responded to tell me he could stay up till 3am tonight. I agreed to meet up with him for drinks at a bar near me. I told him to text when he got close.

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He texted when he was parking. I walked down and saw him by his car. We went into the bar, he ordered a beer and I got my usual, Jameson Mule. He seemed nice, a little bit bro-y, but not too much to send me running out the door. Aside from being nice with a dash of bro, nothing really stood out to me. We were at the bar for a little over an hour when they started last call.

Tinder Douche said he still had two hours before he needed to go to bed, so he’s open to going somewhere else. Being that I lived a few buildings over, I offered my place because I have a bar and rooftop. He declined because he didn’t want any chance of my roommates being around. He then offered his place and promised he would give me a ride home at 3am. I agreed and we drove to his.

We went to his kitchen, he poured us each a drink and we continued to talk. I noticed right away that his kitchen wasn’t your typical 24-year-old boys’ kitchen. It was pretty clean. The entire apartment was clean. He also told me how he knows how to cook. I was impressed.

Although he wasn’t my type romantically (he’s a bit too white suburban bro), he was still cute, nice, and had some redeeming qualities. At the moment, I was intrigued. I could see him being a good lay, but I’m unsure of how far I would take it or how long he’d be in the picture because he definitely isn’t my type.

After we both finished our drinks, he suggested that we could watch a movie or something in his room. I laughed, no one really watches a movie when they’re hanging out with a guy from Tinder. They don’t call it Netflix and chill because people actually watch movies. I was hesitant, but intrigued enough, so I agreed.

We went to his room and sat on his bed. He started scrolling through the TV guide and found a movie on HBO. We sat back, talked briefly, but he went quickly in to kiss me. His kisses were surprisingly full for a guy with thin lips, but being that his lips weren’t the fullest and his facial hair was well past a 5 o’clock shadow, it was nearly like having sandpaper rubbing against my face. Not fun. I pulled back and told him to be careful, he got the picture and kissed me lighter.

As things picked up, it got a bit more hot and heavy. He kissed down my neck and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off as he continued to kiss me. He then lifted my shirt off and unclipped my bra. He was pretty slick with his maneuvers, I’ll give him that. He reached down with his hand, and massaged my clit. I was in clit tease heaven at this point. Not many guys can get the right pressure on my clit that quick, but he managed to do so.

Prior to this, there had been no discussion of our kinks or desires. He either had the exact same sex style as me, or he knew exactly how to read my body as I reacted to whatever he was doing. He nailed the pressure on my clit. Then he went in to my nipples, started gently  rubbing them with his fingers, then built up the pressure into some squeezing and pinching, then went in and bit my nipples. I never told him I like my nipples bit, but he figured it out anyways. It was hot.

Soon enough, his magic on my clit and nipples had me worked up. He had me soaking wet. He knew I couldn’t resist at this point, he looked at me wanting me to want him. I paused, I was so turned on at this point, so fuck it. I told him to grab a condom and we fucked hard. I wasn’t expecting him to pull my hair the way I liked it, or to pin me down and restrain me, or to rub my clit or bite my nipples the way he did as we fucked…. but he did it pretty damn well. Some guys just fuck me the way I want it; he surprised me, nothing stood out earlier in the night, but he sure can fuck.

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He came. I didn’t. He got me so close to cumming, but alas, something about the first time rarely gets me there. I have a wall up that has to be penetrated before I trust a guy to show him how vulnerable I can be and unleash my orgasm. As we laid there naked for a few minutes, I saw the time. 3:20am. I told him it was past his bedtime and he should give me a ride home.

Once he dropped me off, I walked up my four flights of stairs, got ready for bed, and passed the fuck out. He was fun, if only I kept it at just one night, he might have not gotten the name Tinder Douche.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Incredulous OKCupid Douche

I recently reopened my OKC account… it has already been deleted because of the surplus of guys who open with “DTF” and “I have a 5 inch penis” (yes, someone opened by telling me they have a 5 inch dick). This one guy in particular though, we’ll call him Incredulous OKC Douche, was on the edge of meeting me and he fucked up.

I am all for casual sex. I enjoy it. Once he got my number, he started texting obsessively trying to meet up with me and about how he loves watching a sexy white chick suck his dick and how he likes calling women “nasty bitch.” Some chicks like that, personally I don’t. As soon as he told me that, I stopped him and said it’s obvious that our sex styles are different so it probably wouldn’t work. He then told me I’m flakey and that I am all talk.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He is trying to neg me into fucking him by calling me flakey, that shit doesn’t work with me. I know what I want and what I like; he just doesn’t have it. Because he kept trying to push that I was all talk and no play, I sent him a link to my blog and told him to read for himself. I never do that, but he kept insisting that he knew I was fake. The incredulous douche still doesn’t believe me, so I’m posting this blog. So this post is dedicated to you, Mike NYC. Do you still think I’m fake? The proof is in the pudding, too bad you’ll never get mine.

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Some details from our texting last night and today.

For dude’s out there, have class. Yes, you want to get fucked. Maybe the “DTF” and “Suck my dick” lines work for some chicks, but if you tried to be a bit more subtle and throw in some playful banter, a chick might respond better. You catch more flies with honey not vinegar. Have some fucking respect when you’re talking to a woman.

Oh you poor tactless boy, didn’t your mommy ever tell you if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all?

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Sorry… Again. I promise I will get better…

I sound like a broken record. I do the same thing I hate about boys. They get you hooked. Want to hang out with you every week, even a few times in a week for a few weeks straight and then they go missing for a couple weeks. I’m sorry I’m acting like a dude with my writing habits. I promise I will get better.

I just did a quick list of seven encounters from the past two weeks. I know! That’s a lot of encounters in two weeks which is probably why I haven’t had time to write. Once I knock out the details, you will be the first to hear.

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Thanks for your patience!

Yours Truly
Kallie Pygus

Phone Date Jitters

I redownloaded Tinder July 7 and deleted it less than a week later on July 12. I had it for a few weeks last fall, and a couple days when I was in NYC in June. I may or may not download it again down the line, we’ll see. For now, there are still a few guys I gave my number to, but I’ve been out of town since last Friday.

One guy I have yet to meet, but am fairly excited about is Suburbia. I try to avoid any guys that live in the suburbs. It’s a pain in the ass enough to date someone on the opposite side of the city, let alone outside of the city. It’s basically long distance. But he’s been super sweet and is extremely cute.

Although I haven’t met him yet, I wanted to write about him already because he is treading foreign territory; he called me last night and we talked on the phone for nearly 4 hours. Who does that anymore? I mean, even after I start dating someone, it’s rare that I talk to them on the phone outside of making plans.

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When he originally asked to call a few nights ago, it was bad timing. But last night, when he asked, I agreed, he then told me he would call when he got home from his friend’s house. There it was, a phone date planned. Although it wasn’t a real date, I was nervous, probably more so than usual for an actual date. I felt like a giddy school girl waiting for her crush to call. I wasn’t sure what to expect because we’ve never met and although we’ve been texting the entire week, we still didn’t know much about one another.

Once he called me, my nerves were at ease. He was just as sweet over the phone as he’s been via text. Sometimes phone conversations are awkward and if neither person has anything to talk about, why keep talking? With Suburbia, this wasn’t the case. The conversation flowed naturally and I completely lost track of time. Even when it approached 2am, he told me I could go to sleep if I needed, but I declined and we kept talking for another hour. If it wasn’t 3am or if I didn’t need to wake up at 8am, I’m sure we could have kept talking.

With online dating, social media, and texting, is a long phone conversation an extinct art? I’m glad he wanted to talk on the phone. It was definitely a refreshing twist to online dating. I still have to meet him in person, hopefully he can live up to the high bar he has set for himself.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Hopefully…

About a week ago, I posted We’ll see…, which was prompted by a text conversation I had that day with Chase inviting him to a party that Friday. Friday night came, and I still haven’t heard from Chase to see if he was definitely coming or what time to expect him at. I had a gut feeling he wasn’t coming, but I texted to confirm at around 11pm. He responded a couple minutes later with the dreaded message that he wasn’t going to make it.

I was already mentally prepared for this, I had a feeling he’s been slipping. As much as I wanted to tell him to fuck off, I decided to keep calm, so I sent him a light text saying “For sure. Another time ;)” I then went on with my night, hung out with friends, and enjoyed the party without Chase.

Last night I was supposed to hang out with one of the Tinder boys at 9pm, but he texted saying he had to stay late at work and wouldn’t get out of work until 10:30pm instead of 8pm. I told him that would be too late, so we postponed. As soon as those plans fell through, I had an evening free. I should have done something productive, like clean my room or write a blog post, but instead I texted Chase.

He said he was at work until 8pm, then playing basketball, but maybe after. And there was that word again, “maybe.” He’s always a “maybe” or “we’ll see.” I told him to text me when he’s done playing basketball. At around 10pm, he texted asking if I was still free. I told him yes. A few minutes later, he texted that he was out front, meaning he was already on his was when he texted to see if I was free. He came up, I made us drinks, we chatted a bit… Everything seemed totally fine. That is, until we went to my bedroom.

We kissed a bit, but I could tell something was off. He is usually very sexual and rubbing all over me, but last night he was going through the motions and hardly doing anything. We stopped and I asked him what was up. He said he wasn’t feeling well. I asked if I could get him anything. Then he explained that he didn’t feel sick, but he had something on his mind. I tried to get him to tell me, but he said he didn’t want to talk about it.

I was getting frustrated because I haven’t seen him in almost two weeks and on the day we hang out, he’s being extra distant. Then because I was getting frustrated, he was getting frustrated. The whole thing escalated and he ended up leaving. We didn’t really fight, per say, but there was definitely tension and I called him out for being a dick.

I texted him not long after he left.

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“Hopefully.” That was all he had to say in response. I don’t think I will hear from Chase again. I don’t know that I want to. As great as he seemed at the start, he showed how much of a downer he can be over the past 2 months. One thing that stood out to me when we were talking, before we had the argument even, was that he claims that he has a habit of self sabotage. Just like he admitted to being aware that he is an asshole before (see Spiralled Emotions), he is also aware that he is self sabotaging. Both seem at least partially intentional and he could probably stop if he wasn’t stubborn. Chase is extremely intelligent, charming, and very handsome. I really do hope he can get past his front of being a self sabotaging asshole, even if it’s not in time for me.

Hopefully…

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Tinder Dick

I did a thing… I redownloaded tinder last Thursday and I already have a few stories for you. First, I will start off with Tinder Dick. After talking briefly with the generic “What’s up?” “What do you do for fun?” he changes the conversation drastically and asks, “So are you a naughty girl???”

I was about to write him off, but before I could send him a fuck you, he started sexting me. I went along. I messaged with him and told him all my kinks, sexted a bit, and took out my vibrator. He was getting me wet, so why not?

Well, at the end I thanked him for getting me off and told him we’d never fuck. #wastehistime2016

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Moral of the story for the boys reading this, please stop sending messages like “DTF,” “Are you naughty?,” “I’d like to cum on your face,” and anything related to fucking before you even try to get to know the woman in question. A real man has class and will take a lady out before seeing her naughty side.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

We’ll see…

Since returning from NYC, I have seen Chase three times in a month. The pace has slowed down drastically. Before NYC, I saw him three times in a week and a half. I have a feeling it’s coming to an end. He seems more distant and not as responsive when we’re texting, however, this could just be a blip. The past month he’s been stressed trying to find a new apartment and almost didn’t get one on time so he was a bit preoccupied, which I completely understand.

I’ve been the one to initiate texting the past couple weeks, we’ve hung out some, but I can’t get a read on him. Like is his distance stress related or loss of interest related. So now I’m backing off and giving him space. If he’s still interested he will come around. I can’t waste my time trying if he’s not reciprocating. I will give it another two weeks before I completely write him off and if he texts me after that, we’ll see how I feel.

I think the main reason I feel the need to vent right now is because Chase does exactly what I hate when trying to make plans. He doesn’t give definitive answers. I will invite him to see a show or to a party and he will tell me something like “I have work, but we’ll see.” Generally, I read a “we’ll see” as a no, but he’s been a bit different. So far, it’s been fine; he will say “we’ll see” and then he usually comes through. He’s never not shown up when he says “maybe” or “we’ll see” and he follows up the day of if anything changes like if he’s running late.

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I guess he’s an exception to the rule? But really, if I hear a “we’ll see” when a guy means no, I would rather hear a no. How difficult is it to be honest and give a yes or no? Or if you’re busy, just tell me that at the moment you’re busy moving or whatever is going on in your life and that you will contact me sometime next week or whenever it’s a better time and then actually follow through. Or if you’re no longer interested, instead of dragging shit out, just be an adult and say that you’re not interested. There is so much time wasted in dating by people that can’t clearly communicate what’s going on in their lives or be honest and tell someone when they lose interest. Fuck the term “We’ll see.” If people communicated better, dating would be easier for everyone.

Rant over. As for Chase, we’ll see….

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Spiralled Emotions

Two days after my friend’s going away party, I decided to text Chase. I only had two nights left until I was leaving town for a week to drive my friend Ana to NYC so I wanted to see him before I left. I asked him if he was free that night. He was quick to respond, and in my favor, he said yes. In the text, I told him the first two rounds of drinks are on me because he brought me donuts and got me a drink the week before. He said he wouldn’t turn down free drinks.

After some back and forth banter about how I was going to kick his ass in Pac-Man, we were set on going to an arcade bar. He met me at my place and we walked to the bar together. As we walked to the bar, we chatted about life happenings and did some basic get to know you type questions. It was weird, although we’ve fucked and have already spent a few days together, this was the first time we have done something alone outside of my bedroom.

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We got to the bar, ordered our drinks, which he tried to pay for, but then I reminded him I owed him drinks still, so he backed off. We went straight for Pac-Man. I dominated the first game. He wanted a rematch, then I killed it games two and three. He had the typical guy reaction, surprised that I kicked his ass, but also slightly a sore loser about it. He then decided it was time for Mortal Kombat. We moved on.

At Mortal Kombat, the bar had three versions of it all in a row. We played Mortal Kombat I, II, III one after another. He was a bit butt hurt because I still kicked his ass at those games. After this, he kind of went to play his own game of Mortal Kombat and was kind of being a dick about it. He was salty that I won, and that was kind of a huge turn off. Going to an arcade bar is supposed to be a good ice breaker, not a downer.

I let him do his thing and I played my own game. After he chilled out for a bit, we reconnected. He is aware he’s an ass sometimes. I personally think that some of it is an act. Like someone told him he’s an asshole and now he does shit like get into these moods and be stand offish intentionally. He even asked why I was still hanging out with him that night, he was being a dick and usually people just leave. He called me weird for still being around him. I told him I’m just patient and can give people space when they need to calm the fuck down.

Once we got past this hiccup, things were light and fun again. He then asked if I wanted another drink, I then turned it around on him and said I would go get us another round. When I came back from grabbing our drinks, we moved on to play Frogger. He actually did pretty good at this and won, so his mood was lifted a bit.

Only two drinks in, I was already getting a bit tipsy and I was starving. He offered to buy us something to eat because I bought the drinks. We left the bar and started walking towards a pizza place near my apartment. On our walk, he apologized for his mood earlier, then things got a bit more flirty and fun. Several blocks in, he grabbed my hand and we held hands the rest of the way there. Lately, I haven’t been dating much and I got too used to casual sex. Holding hands felt foreign, but nice.

We got to Chicago Pizza, ordered a couple slices and took them to go so we could drink some more. When we got back to my place, it was deja vu all over again. I went to the other side of the bar, started making us drinks, and the same roommate that drunkenly joined us a few nights earlier decided to join us again. This time, he was a bit happier and less argumentative. Chase and I kept looking at each other like what the fuck, but entertained my roommate yet again.

During this drunken charade, Chase and I kept making faces at each other. Not flirty sexy faces, but funny squinty faces. Once my roommate finally decided to leave, I walked around to Chase’s side of the bar. Before I could even sit down, he pulled me to him to make out. Not only did he pull me in, he pulled me up onto the bar stool, now straddling him, we continued to go at it. He kept reaching up my dress and pulling my top down. My tits flashed the room momentarily here and there, and there was a moment another roommate walked through the bar. I instantly pulled my dress back into place and Chase and I both laughed.

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This recurring thing happens. I bring a guy to my place. We make out in the bar. I have to stop them and explain that any of my eight roommates can walk in from any of the three doors at any moment. The guys generally brush it off like whatever, but every time I eventually lure them to my room.

Chase followed me to my room. This time was a bit different than the past two times. This time he slowed down, teased me, kissed me gently then worked his way from my lips, down my neck, stripped me slowly, then worked his way down to devour my pussy. As he licked me, he paused and asked what turns me on most. I told him to keep eating me and to play and pinch my nipples. He listened. Continued with what he was doing and pinched my nipples hard. The pain shot through my body quickly, intensely, but was followed with a rush of pleasure.

Everything he was doing was fucking amazing. As the feeling intensified, I began to grinding my hips up and down in motion with his licks. He pulled back for a second, licked one of his fingers and slid it in my ass. Now fingering my ass and vagina simultaneously, licking my clit, plus playing with my nipples, a quadfecta (that’s right, a quadfecta not trifecta) sensual experience. My body succumbed to the sensory overload, I tensed up, my back arched, my breathing got heavier, I thrusted my hips up against his mouth, and my vagina pulsated as I came. Finally, third times the charm with Chase.

After that blissful moment, I pulled him up, kissed him, then returned the favor for a few minutes until he demanded sex. We fucked for a while going from missionary to doggy to standing to cowgirl. He came from the sex. I didn’t, but that was ok, oral is usually the easiest way to get me off anyways.

As we laid there post sex, there was yet another shift in the mood. He began to ask if I was staring at him the first night we met. I laughed and told him he was looking at me just as much as I was looking at him. He then brought up how all my friends know who he is, which I could tell all of this was making him uneasy. I tried to reassure him that he was being ridiculous. He eventually backed down and pulled me in to cuddle and kiss a bit before we both fell asleep.

This whole night was a mindfuck. Lots of ups and downs. At this point, it was difficult for me to know what Chase was thinking. Up until this night, everything was going so well. Now it seems as though he’s questioning everything. All of this right before I was leaving for a week and I couldn’t help but think things were going south a bit, but I also think it could have been a small hiccup.

The next morning, we woke up, I kissed him goodbye and we went our separate ways. A week apart to think about the past four encounters and come back with a fresh perspective.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus