apology and everything I said to you was honest and genuine, but I also wanted to have sex with you, so after observing you on and off for the remainder of the night, I realized I would have to provide a peace offering.”
“The beer.” He pretended to tip a hat in her direction. “Well played.”
“I think it was, too.” She winked. “Let me ask you something. I’ve had issues with some men I’ve dated in the past regarding this, so I’m just going to lay it on the table. Are you put off by me embracing my sexuality?”
“What exactly do you mean by ‘embracing your sexuality’? Are you implying that you enjoy sex, so you pursue it when the opportunity arises, or are you saying that you’re promiscuous, and men sometimes have a double standard of judging women for sleeping around, when we sometimes may have collected twenty bodies in one month on average?” He trailed his thumb across his whiskey glass, tipping it ever so slightly.
“All of the above.”
He shrugged. “I cannot judge you for something I have myself done. I have a history of not only collecting bodies, as they say, but of being the head body snatcher in charge. Serial killing the pussy.” The woman arched an eyebrow, her eyes dancing with mirth. “Shit, it’s true. I’m not ashamed of it. I enjoy sex so I acted accordingly. It is what it is. Now, here’s my stance on this, since you brought it up. I don’t believe in promiscuity just for the sake of it.” She cocked her head in question. “It doesn’t flow well with my current agenda and how I want my life to flow and grow. Even my one-night stands have to be on point. I’m picky. I believe we sometimes give ourselves to the wrong people. I don’t want to keep doing that.”
“I understand. I feel the same way.”
He had no clue what she was thinking, but he hoped she was vibing with him.
“If I ever get into another relationship, it won’t matter if my woman had a past. That’s crazy. Pointless. So no, you being free and feeling comfortable with your sexuality, as you say, doesn’t bother me at all. It’s unrealistic for me to expect you to be a thirty-two-year-old virgin, or to not have explored this, just as I have, all of these years. It doesn’t mean shit to me. All I care about is right now. If I get with someone, and we’re exclusive, then she better only be fucking me, and me only. I’ve done a lot of messed up shit in my youth, okay? I didn’t see things the way I see them now, but what I’m not is a cheater.
“I don’t cheat people out of their money, and I don’t run around on my girlfriend and one day, in the future, my wife. I’ve never cheated on any woman I was in an exclusive relationship with once I got out of my early twenties. Now, if we agreed to see other people, that would be different, but otherwise, no, and I just won’t tolerate that.” He couldn’t help but notice her smiling at his words. Perhaps they were on the same page after all.
“Would you consider yourself controlling in relationships?”
“Controlling? Nah.” He shook his head. “I’m sexually and romantically possessive, though. One hundred. I don’t try to control who I’m with. I want her to do her thing, be her own person, but I don’t share their pussy, mouth, tits, ass and heart with ANYONE. EVER. Simple as that.” She nodded in understanding. “I see sex as more important now than, say, even a couple years ago. Meaning, I don’t want more of it; I want better sex. Quality over quantity. I no longer sleep with women who have a personality I find objectionable, either. It has cost me an opportunity to get laid sometimes, but so be it.”
“Uncalibrated individuals.” She laughed.
“Exactly.” He smiled back at her, though he knew his words had hurt her that evening since she’d brought it up multiple times.
“So, switching directions, the job thing… I never took you as unemployed. You’re an artist and you make money doing that.” She fluffed her hair, sniffed her drink and winced. “Damn, this is strong, King. This whiskey has been pumpin’ iron at the gym. This whiskey has entered strong man competitions, winning the gold medal.” She cracked him up. “I’m going to have hair on my chest before the night is through.” The