I said about you not being your type. But I didn’t want her in my business like that,” he stated. “Listen, I haven’t seen you out in the club in a couple of weeks, and I decided to ask her for your number anyway, so I hope you don’t mind me calling. Ann told me that you were on vacation; and I hope you had fun for all of us. Say, are you busy tonight? If your not busy, are you free for dinner?” he asked. “Uh, I just walked in the house and don’t want to drive anywhere.” “That’s okay; I’ll pick you up if you’re interested in having dinner with me,” he replied. I laughed to myself and agreed to have dinner with him. Hassan arrived at my house around 6 PM dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a pull over shirt. We went to a restaurant nearby and talked over a quiet dinner. When we got back from dinner, I invited him in for a night cap. Hassan opened a bottle of red wine as we made small talk in the kitchen. First, he told me that he was a supervisor for a public utility in Jersey in addition to his side gig as a DJ. Hassan then told me that he recently moved back home with his mother because of her poor health.
She’s been sick on and off for a number of years and I’m more at ease being close by just in case she need me. Hassan stated. Then he opened up a little more and revealed more of his personal information. He stated that he was thirty-nine years old, single, never married and has a six-year-old son. He and his baby’s mother dated for a while, she ended up pregnant, and then they broke up! What’s with people these days? Is sticking to a committed relationship or a commitment too hard? What ever happened to sticking it out or is that just a thing of the past. Why do they all run for the hill when it gets a little tough? I asked myself. It’s like the same story over and over. To tell you the truth, it’s down right scary, if you think about it, I thought to myself.
I guess I must have been day dreaming because when he mentioned that he dates occasionally and was interested in dating me. I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. “Well, what do you say, would you go out with me?” he asked. I reluctantly asked. Date you? What does that mean to you? Date me and see other women as well or just me? He laughed and replied No I just want to see you and see how it works out if that’s ok. I agreed and then we sealed it with a kiss. This was election year, and I was working a crazy schedule. Over the next three months, we spoke everyday sometimes three to four times a day and only went out when I had days off. Dating Hassan was a pleasant change from doing the single thing. I thought we were moving in the right direction by taking it nice and slow. You know, getting to know one another before we got into the sex thing.
Well, this one particular weekend Hassan had car trouble and asked me if I could pick him up from the train station. I had no problem with that and agreed to pick him up around 9 AM. We made a day of shopping for DJ equipment and records in the city, and by late afternoon, we were exhausted and went back to my house. Around 5 PM, we ate dinner and fell asleep on the couch while watching TV. When we woke up and realized how late it was, I did something that I had not done before. I suggested that he spend the night and that I would drive him home in the morning. Hassan seemed a little uncomfortable at first with my suggestion but later agreed. Finally, after three months of dating, we had an opportunity to have sex! I couldn’t wait to feel his naked body next to mine and was immediately aroused. I imagined all kinds of nasty and sexual thoughts of us having hot sweaty sex. I figured that we would take advantage of the opportunity and have a memorable evening. Instead, Hassan shocked the shit out of me when he asked if he could sleep