My Disaster Dates Diary

Chris (Part 2)

I was slightly taken aback by this; I’d only known the guy 35 minutes! What on earth had Chelsea told him! I gave a nervous laugh before looking the other way trying to hide my blushing cheeks.

After this conversation seemed to dry up, well, on my end it did. He just seemed very engrossed in telling me about his polo club which I couldn’t have cared less about. At various points I tried to change the subject but found him simply ignoring my comments and continuing. Due to my lack of speech and constant nodding and ‘hm’ing I found myself drinking steadily faster for lack of anything else to do with my mouth. I’d long since discarded the straw and was now simply throwing the drinks down my neck.

Maybe Chelsea had the right idea, or at least inkling on what would happen, when she had suggested simply going back to his place with no intentions if being there when he woke up.

This idea did seem frightfully good because if I blocked out the sound that was coming out of his mouth, which got progressively easier the more I drank, he wasn’t so bad.

Some 4 vodka’s later and I was anyone’s.

Having finished our food, which Chris paid for, he called a taxi. So all in all a good night was had by all. I got a free meal and got paid out for the night where Chris got to stare at my voluptuous body and talk animatedly about something he cared about. He was also about to get a special treat where in I’d accompany him back to his house… This had long since been decided when I had decided to ‘treat’ myself after what I imagine was something near to my 200th drink.

His flat was bigger than my house. Having been able to contain myself and not vomit on him, he was able to show me his talents…

 That’s where the good part ends. Having been given my number by Chelsea, the next day he decided to put it to good use after I assume he woke up to an empty bed.

 19/1/12 - Chris

So, dear diary, here we are.

My phone buzzing like crazy as he tries to contact me.

‘Hey, sexy. I had a great time last night, I know you did too ;) We should do it again some time, soon xxxx’ that was merely the first of many.

I had replied, ‘Yeah, maybe x’ Attempting to get across my message, how he hadn’t noticed my constant glazed look throughout the entire night was beyond me.

“Chelsea!” I tried to refrain from shouting but couldn’t stop myself as I approached Chelsea on Thursday morning. “What is up with this creep?” I asked, I was beyond furious; he had text me 24 times in 3 hours, to which I had only replied 4 times! He’d also called me twice. I guess this was going to be a long day…

Chelsea laughed continuously throughout the day and just as she’d compose herself my phone would spring to life, notifying me that I had a message, and she’d begin to laugh again.

Her laugh was beginning to grate on me. It’s all I seemed to hear these days. Given I’d probably be doing the same if she were in my shoes, but not once did she spare me a sympathetic look!

“You know what Chelsea?” I said to her as she tried to hide her laugh as she supped her latte. “I hope that when you’re in bed tonight the devil comes and eats your soul.” She knew I was kidding but the words excited my mouth with such fury I even scared myself.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad. Maybe he’ll stop soon… And if not, just tell him you’re a lesbian.”

“And turn him on even more? No thanks.” Chelsea chuckled again as I checked the latest message from Chris, ‘So I’m thinking about dropping you off some lunch at the office, I’ll get you something special ;) xxxx’