Two with everything, please (No, I’m not talking about tacos).

So this last weekend I went on a Tinder date, a manager of a brewery in Cali. Let’s call him John, John (33 y/o)  super liked me on Tinder, he looked handsome in his profile, and it also said that he’s 6’5…Who wouldn’t like to climb something like that? Meow. I definitely started talking to him, we kept messaging back and forth for a couple of weeks before deciding to meet up. As confident as I may look and/or sound, I do get anxy about these kind of meet ups.

There I was, sitting at the bar of Thorn St. Brewery (great IPA’s by the way ♥), waiting for him while I was talking to a couple that were right across from me. He touched my shoulder, I turned around and stood up to give him a hug and melted a little when I smelled his delicious cologne.
We had a couple of beers at that place, then went to another couple of bars and had a beer on each. When we were at the last bar, after we finished our drinks, I thought I heard him say that we were gonna go to a different bar. Got out, started walking and then all of a sudden we were in front of an apartment complex, I was like “WTF?”…gave it a couple of seconds, looked at him and thought “Why not?” lol.

Ok, so when it comes to guys I usually kind of research them when I get the hold of any of their social media accounts. Believe me guys, most of us girls do that. Nothing new, let’s move on.
By checking out his instragam, I found a picture of his brother, which he already talked to me about. Didn’t think that the younger brother (24 y/o), let’s call him Derek, would be that handsome until I walked into the apartment. The place smelled of dank weed, which I’m not complaining. John introduced me to his jaw-dropping, handsome brother Derek, and then he left to get some food. We smoked a little weed, and then John showed me his special refrigerator with awesome barrel aged beers. He opened one because it was a “special occassion” (yeah, cus’ you gonna get laid, bitch! Pardon my french…). The beer was delicious and the night was going great. I really don’t remember how the makeup session started, but I definitely remember how it ended *a little smirk appears on my face*.

Sex with him was great, it definitely was drunk sex, but the sexy drunk kind of sex.  The only time that things got a little bit weird for me was that, when doing it, he would ask/say “Who are you?”…Something that my ex-boyfriend, the one from the first blog posts, would tell me over and over since the first couple of weeks that we met. So it was definitely a movie kinda’ of moment, you know? Him doing me, and me thinking/remembering my ex. Then completely forgot about him the moment his face was between my thighs. Had me looking stars for a while in his pitch-black room.
Not gonna lie, faked an orgasm, it wasn’t gonna happen for me. There are three different kind of orgasms, okay? The real one, which unfortunately many of you guys don’t know how to achieve, the “get it over with” one, self explanatory, and the A for effort, the one that he got. Think about it as a big bumble bee sticker with a giant A+ on your Grammar homework from Elementary, wasn’t that shit dope? I was happy, and he was happy that I was happy, and that’s all that matters at the end of the night.

After two glorious rounds, we passed out. At least I did, he works graveyard, so we have switched up schedules. Woke up next morning, worked that morning wood, and was planning to either pass out again or start getting ready to head home. Instead, he invited me for breakfast. Changed and headed out to the living room where John was waiting for me. Then I see Derek in the kitchen doing dishes…That handsome Derek. Suddenly it wasn’t only John and I going to have breakfast, it was Derek too! It’s cool, obviously because he’s hot af and wouldn’t mind spending part of my morning with his company (okay, got a little carried away), but that would’ve been a big “no-no” for me.

The three of us happily entered this very old breakfast joint in San Diego called Big Kitchen. Bomb ass potatoes by the way, super recommended. John sat next to me and Derek across him. I noticed Derek glancing at me a couple of times. John left us for a couple of minutes while he went to the restroom. Didn’t know what to do, I just had a stupid smile on my face, started laughing a little because I got nervous and he would just look at me. Couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just asked things that I already knew about him. That’s when I started thinking like “Wtf are you doing? Why are you smiling at him like that?”…

I don’t know, I kind of wish I met Derek instead of John. Maybe it’s also because of the age gap, or the ‘wanting what you can’t have’ situation. I don’t know if I can keep seeing John because I would be wanting Derek at the same time. Or should I just be straight forward and message Derek? Nah, that would be a big bitch move of me… Or should I just leave all of this behind?

Damn it.

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