Don't come back anytime..I've already had your kind.

My date with Jonathan quickly deteriorated into take-out and watching a DVD. A thinly veiled premise....how much longer before we start fucking?

Normally, I might be a little indignant but I don't think I like him enough to feel offended. I find him attractive but he hasn't much of a personality for me to start envisioning a relationship together. We don't have a lot of like interests. He's an ex-football player, enjoys rap/hip hop and smokes like a chimney (tobacco AND marijuana). I, unfortunately, am none of those things. I'm an ex-drama geek, enjoy punk rock and have never smoked a cigarette in my life. When we weren't fucking each others brains out last night, there were too many lulls in the conversation. *le sigh* Back to the drawing board?

The kid fucks like a champ. He's dynamite and I came so hard last night, I couldn't stop laughing. PURE JOY. But it didn't feel as wonderful, heart-melting or exciting as it is with Ryan. When I'm getting ready to have sex with Ryan, my whole body is teeming with adrenaline; I feel like I'm about to fuck a celebrity. When I'm about to have sex with Jonathan, I see it as a challenge of endurance...okay, how can I be better than him?

The tell-tale sign I'm not that into Jonathan? I haven't asked him how to spell his last name. I haven't felt a single twinge of desire to Facebook stalk him.

I might just keep Jonathan around as a fuck buddy in the classical sense. I don't think I'm going to be making the same heart-breaking mistake of falling for him as I did with Ryan.

Hmmm. On second thought, I wonder if Jonathan is even worth the trouble. His last string of text messages reveal him to be pretty fucking paranoid:

Jon: Hey did u move any of my paperwork I had laying around?
Me: Nope
Jon: I won't be mad if u did I just need to know.
Me: I get it but honestly, I didn't touch a single piece of paper. I knocked over that bottle and that was it. You're freakishly strong, I wouldn't want to get on ur bad side.
Jon: Ok then that leaves one person as the culprit
Me: Yourself? lol
Jon: No

Blech. What a dick. I am not calling him anytime soon.