We had an interesting weekend. We went to a party in Sarasota run by the great folks over at Florida’s Finest Couples. They throw parties once a month and they are always packed. This weekend was no exception, to the point where we were glad we got there early so we could find a place to park! I had a blast there talking to people and dancing. I don’t dance well, but I love to do it. I was super excited about this night because of a certain couple we met the week before.
The weird part about this night was how many couples we were suppose to be meeting there. We had a great table by the dance floor so were able to see a lot of people. We don’t make it down to Sarasota often, so this was a good chance to meet people we, (and by that I mean Miguel) have been talking to. Our table was crowded with people. We had a lot of couples talking to us: some because we talked to them, some recognized us from social profiles, and some where fans of my blog. It was fun but a bit overwhelming. We had a couple buy us shots and I got to dance with almost everyone. We don’t normally get so much attention, but I get super social after a few drinks and I might be the kind of person that invites all that attention. I even went off about it on twitter, (thank you after midnight twitter friends)! Anyways, there were a lot of people talking to us but….
I actually walked into the club with an agenda. I have cautioned against this so many times even here on my blog…please don’t try to live out some fantasy with strangers. I broke my own rule and it came back to bite me! We met a couple last weekend at Eyz that I really wanted to play with. We ended up leaving early last weekend and I was so hoping to get a chance this weekend with them. I have been thinking about them all week. I hoped they would show up, I hoped they would like us as much as we liked them. They showed up at the party and that was it for me. I made my choice and we were going home with them!
They are a very sexy couple. They were good hosts and we enjoyed some good conversation. We moved over to the bedroom and then…things went bad for me. There was nothing wrong with him at all, let me make that clear. I just had…issues. I just walked away feeling like I could have been so much better. I can’t recall ever feeling like this after a hook-up. I don’t even know if the guy would say it sucked, but I do. I had a bad night, and I didn’t even drink too much so I have no excuse. I think I built it up too much in my head. I kinda had this idea of what he would be like, and then it just wasn’t like that at all. I hate the feeling that this is the impression they are left with. Miguel and her seemed to hit it off well. She was very sexy and I focused on her for a bit. I tried to make it up, I am pretty sure I was able to get her off. Thank you shareable silicone toys. It just doesn’t make up for him and potentially ruining a good fuck. I wanted to call “do-over”, but that is not going to happen. This is a bad feeling. I told Miguel this must be how guys feel when they can’t perform, or when they cum too fast. This is a crappy feeling.
The good news is that I know where things went wrong and how I can avoid these issues in the future. I am truly humbled by this experience. I think this could have happened to anybody, and it is not the end of the world. I just think it is an odd thing for a woman to feel this way. I now understand, I fucking get how a woman can just totally ruin shit with performance issues. I hope I will remember this and be more fun next time. I hope I will be more understanding when a guy is having issues in the future.