8 first dates

First date started on Sunday, the 15th of March, and just ended on the 21st. Ides be damned, the Quarantine forced the following:

Day 1 Splurge in Malibu. Flirting. Full face of make up. Blow dried hair. Cute outfit. Made out. Didn’t put out.
Day 2 Can’t recall any details. Didn’t put out. Makeup. Dry shampoo.
Day 3 Oatmeal in the am, maybe? Wine. Blow job and snuggles. Didn’t put out. Tinted moisturizer. More dry shampoo. Glasses.
Day 4 Shake Shack and making out. Wine. Not used to co-sleeping with him, so I over heated and soaked the bed in sweat in response to the extra heat. Didn’t put out, obviously, as we were sleeping in a moat. No makeup. Washed my hair. Established a match lighting system for pooping.
Day 5 Shaved his back. Wine. Fargo. Soaked the bed in sweat. Again. Broke out in a heat rash in response to the sweating. He helped me take pics of said rash to send to my doctor friend. Didn’t put out. Didn’t get dressed at all. He didn’t shower. Brushed our teeth.
Day 6 Fight in the car - trapped. Static. I didn’t want to hear crisis headlines and he insisted on informing me. Didn’t put out. Fully feral.
Day 7 He left only because he thought he was getting fat on my cooking. Didn’t put out.
Day 8 Discovered a bunch of shit he forgot at my place on the back of the door, reached out. We decided we miss each other.


To be continued