Pretty bad

By Joy Lynn Clark

January 26, 2022

A couple of months ago I passed this guy on the street while driving and he signals me to pull over. I didn’t really think his ride was all that but when I caught a glimpse, he was hot.

I was a little intrigued by his accent so we exchange numbers. We talked for a while and texted by phone. This guy was a refreshing change from what I’ve been getting lately.

I should’ve went out but, I thought this dude was kind of broke and I still like them. Also, I have truly been to every bar in town and it’s much easier to talk at home so invite him over. I do know that I broke a bunch of rules for dating but I just didn’t feel like going anywhere.

Of course since this guy is new in town he’s gonna GPS me and have all sorts of issues in the liquor store. But eventually, he makes it to my place.

“I cooked earlier and I would’ve left the food out…” He got to my place on the sort of late side.

However, we chatted a bit and he asked me if I smoke pot and I was like, “no”. Next we watched a couple of movies. However, things were still going all right. I had barely touch my drink and I started noticing that this guy was starting to seem wasted.

All the while we were making out on the sofa and I liked it. He started with my hands which is really turning me on. We kissed etc. etc. At some point, my teen comes in and they get an introduction.

He totally start saying stuff like, “can I be your man and come over all the time?”. To some people these words turn them on but I wasn’t convinced of his devotion to me. What I was convinced of was that he was hot and very… Ample. Like this could be fun anyway. If it is, I might let him come over a lot.

So we keep making out and I think that this might be too much here in the living room so let’s head to the bedroom.

Boy did the mood change. He was like on some dirty talk repeat after me. I wasn’t into it either but I do like his body. I try to roll with it even though I really like sweet words much better. Still I keep trying.

This is pretty bad but I keep on thinking what is wrong? This guy has such a nice package but this whole thing just keeps getting worse. Then I realize he really is probably wasted. So I sent him home.

I am thinking that I can take better control of the situation based on all of his redeeming qualities. We had a few phone conversations after that but I never saw them again. I am thinking that the next package that I see needs to have a head attached to it.

Joy Clark is a writer, producer, vocalist, and publisher. Lexington, KY

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