Another Year, Another Bob Part One

By this time, I am no longer working at the restaurant. After I left, I started working as an Office Assistant at a Brazilian Restaurant and then secretary at a small office in Mountain View.

Rewind to 2017, December. Still at the initial restaurant I worked at. Pervert Bob still tried to maintain contact and I really didn’t see him anymore. It is not worth it feeling sorry for myself right after an orgasm. My life has been better having moved into my own place, seeing a therapist and just tending to making sure I have a livable home everyday.

Working in front of the house of the restaurant, I greet people and recognize patrons. Of course I say that because there is this older man who comes in often during Happy Hour and sits at the bar. He is nice, speaks calmly, acknowledges almost everyone. The staff at the bar seems to really like him and this gal who is a waitress had her arms all over him like an octopus getting tentacle paralysis around a clam. “He’s mine.” were her exact words to me. This man is Rob, someone who who is a regular who soon started getting friendly with me and would stop by my station briefly before heading to the bar where Tentacula would be spread eagle. Sort of short of the long, he and I started going out. FFW – we now live together.

At least I won’t have to tell people that I met him online. 

Rob is 20 years older than me. He doesn’t smell like dirt and that may be the reason why I stayed with him…plus he invested some monetary value in the relationship, trying to support me because he knows what past has done to me. He is funny, Vice President of the start up medical device company he’s at. He likes my pets and my dog didn’t try to rip the skin off his calves the first time he came to my place. When my lease was up, he invited me to live with him in a different apartment where he eventually made his residence too.

He pays 75% of the rent. It was his own offer that I can give him any amount I am able for rent. He handles the utilities, cable etc. I have met his family. His 91-year-old father passed away in January 1st, 2020.

About a year living together, 2018 – I find out he is fooling around with a woman he dated while he was still married with his ex-wife.  This skank has a message in his email that I happened to read “last year as a whore, maybe this week we do keys?”. It’s the last thing I needed being in the same house as another man. He was seeing this woman before work, after work. Brought her smokes, food, COCAINE ! The same woman who he eagerly boasted to me he hasn’t seen in years and doesn’t have an idea where she might be. Turns out she was shy of 2 blocks from where we were.

Remembering what has happened makes me very sorry I ever agreed to be with this man. 

During the time, I also discover a prescription for valacyclovir. He eventually admitted that he has herpes. Like herpes, herpes.

He tried to do everything to make it up to me. He ended the lease at the whore’s apartment a month after they both had it renewed. He put a down payment for a new car for me.

A month or two after he ends the lease, I start getting harassing text messages.

“Crazy stupid bitch.”

February 1 2020 was the last text I got from that skank. Different numbers each time. I do not reply. I guess someone must be telling her that I read the texts.

Yeah, because of financial reasons I am still living with him. We still sleep in the same bed but I haven’t had intercourse with him for a good 6 months or more. He has Cialis on stand by and I am quite sure he has filled it several times. Back in the day when we were still sexually active with each other, he would be very kinky. He likes being peed on, having sex during my period, a dildo up his ass hole… at 60+, he was wilder than PB but PB gave me the most out-of-body orgasms.

I have stopped taking my birth control as I have been having so many side effects. We aren’t having sex and I noticed my vagina gets more lubed when I am off the pill. Funny how that is.

Everything is different now, besides the “nontimacy”. 

He did provide me with a more comfortable place to live. Also paid a lawyer to help me petition for reinstating my license. He also paid for my travel to see family out of state.

He still deserves me being nice to him. It’s just that if I can live my life the same way before I met him, things will be different and most likely I would not be having these arguments you can’t win with a man who betrayed me so many times.

*End of Part One*

 

Cop Block Cock

By Monday morning, Tim33 was oblivious to his cock-me-not skills and continued to call me his “My GF, doing today?”. I response and reciprocate knowing that IF he was a sensible adult, he should know that no one in his mature cock mind would know that no one becomes boyfriend and girlfriend overnight especially with a semi-thriving appendage.

“Good morning. I am supposing this is where I am supposed to say something clever to get your attention.” 

Charles_7512’s message pops up on top of my screen after my last text exchange my Tim33. The fact of the matter is, Tim33’s real name is Rick. Let’s keep it to Tim33 to lessen confusion. Tim33 is in sales and marketing. He travels A LOT. He carries 2 cellphones with him and according to his online profile, he doesn’t mind time away as he doesn’t want to be accused of being to clingy. 

Charles_7512 was one of the “mutual like” guys. Has 4 pictures 2 with a little girl and one a group of people. Profile reads 5’9, divorced, has kid, not a lot on his “about me” section BUT his sex questionnaire is endless. We chat on and off for the rest of the mid-morning. Charles_7512 is a police officer from the city next to mine. I told him I’m in Sales and Marketing – I mean, isn’t everyone ? At about 2 in the afternoon, he asks me that his schedule freed up and asked if I can meet him up for coffee or drink . “I’m in for coffee,” I said,”I can’t be driving under the influence.” I jokingly said. The tone of the conversation all day was friendly and diplomatic DESPITE the fact that I inserted some leather and fluffy hand cuff innuendos. I actually felt my thigh muscles tighten a little, thinking he might Google search my image and start an ID and try to find me.

He was late. Then again, I lived closer and knew the place better. Somehow that time, it was probably close to 5 o’clock, I was thinking Tim33 may have been on his way to Vegas so I haven’t heard or gotten anything from him since the morning. He is back Tuesday night. Tim33 deactivated his account too. Charles_7512 arrived and we both took a table near the wall at a corner. The moment Charles_7512, Charles in real life, lightened up and started to talk a little bit more, it occurred to me that he sounded a little bit more and reminded me of this somewhat famous talk show host Andy Cohen. YES. He has this flamboyance in his way of talking. Let me say he even mentioned the phrase, “wine-tasting galore” in one of his statements. Maybe that’s why we chatted all the way until 9pm…way until the coffee cups were dry.

He walked me to my car. May I mention that Charles is, compared to Tim33 is way more better looking than his profile picture? He looks like Judge Alex Ferrer if he was a Hollywood actor posing as a Tom Ford signature collection model. Yesssss. He really is about 5’9. Fit and cop-ish. He has a couple of freckles below his right eye that gives him this semi-sexy I-want-to-bite-you-right-there-and-maybe-suck-your-cock-in-the-next-dark-alley kind of sexiness freckles.

Is that considered semi-sexy or just really hot ? At the end of the night, as we stood next to my car, a few cars passed by and we still kept talking about how it was nice to have made it out to coffee. I pulled him away from the road a few times as a few cars would pass by. We hugged again for the last time. “I could actually kiss you right now but I’m not sure what you said in your profile, if you kissed on the first date.” He said. I let him go as I was tempted to kiss him and what a beautiful night may end up elsewhere. We were in a pretty dark parking alley and I am quite sure one of the staff in the Korean restaurant across the street was smoking just a few feet from where we were, listening and watching everything. Charles tells me that he must invite me on a “real date” next time and asks me if I am agreeable to that. That was an easy question.

Sorry Korean staff, no soft-porn-on-dark-alley tonight for you.

Well I get settled at home and I send a text message to Charles that I had a great time and he says the same. At the end of the night I get a text message from Tim33. I was assuming that he was in Vegas. Logging into my online account Charles was logged in and so I wasn’t bothered because heck, so was I. Somehow I was wondering if Tim33 had another account and was spying on me.

Ah.

My allergy got nuked and turned full-on colds by Tuesday. Tim33 sends me a picture of a fake tree art from the Bellagio Tuesday morning while I also text Charles the cop all day. Somehow, there’s something about Tim33 that was slightly off. Typically, guys who I’ve dated in the past who went to conferences sent me pictures of the ballroom or the decors of the symposium, or group pictures with famous people. This one sends me a picture of a tree. A fake one at that. WTF? Later on, he sends me a selfie in the toilet. “So you won’t forget how I look like.” 

Err. I won’t forget.

He then tells me that he isn’t coming back that night. Instead, was coming back Wednesday morning and wanted to see me in the afternoon after work. “OK, I tell him. I will try my best to rest so I can see you.” Trying to concentrate on just looking at the picture he sent me and not the feeling that I felt. Tim33 isn’t that awful of a person. He just gave me that bad feeling in my right hand. Following a series of make-out sessions, one would not anticipate a gummy bear in one’s hand.

The supreme talk with Charles and I started when I asked him about one of his questionnaire answers of possibly allowing someone to licking his butthole. Eventually, that lead to IT. Being married for 21 years and now divorced, this man, although stating in his profile that he is looking for the serious thing is really looking for some A-1 action. It’s like he’s one of those bears that’s been in a zoo for 20 years and is now in the wild. Or who is that tortoise who saved his species by because he is just so promiscuous ? Not sure if it’s the same thing but you get the picture.

This Mr. “Po-po”vich has done it, loves it and wants threesome, doesn’t know what badonkadonk means and now that knows it, wants it. He wants someone he can “explore” with further. So he invited me for dinner and said he would cook for me Thursday night. I thought that since Tim33 was coming home Wednesday, I can work it out with Charles on Thursday. I was sick as a dog on Tuesday and I was really hoping to be better on Thursday. Charles is really charming and I was only looking forward to his company again. The sex that may follow – not sure if he is skilled or not – may just be a bonus.

Wednesday morning. Still sick but better. Tim33 texts me and asks me if I feel better or the same. “Still the same, baby” I replied. I had no intentions of really seeing him. He wanted me to be in his place after work. To me that’s spending time with a caterpillar again. No mention of any dinner whatsoever. By 3 pm I ultimately cancelled to see him saying I was not feeling well. I asked him to call me so he can hear how I sounded. In reality, I did sound harsh. He did and he told me he was going to miss me but he wants me to rest. He said if I felt better tomorrow, he can most probably see me then.

Hah. Now something told me it’s either I was being paranoid because I knew I was seeing Charles tomorrow night or Tim33 and Charles knew each other and were trickster fuckfarts conniving with each other against me!!!

“I really feel bad that I didn’t get to see you tonight so I don’t care. I will see you tomorrow no matter what.” Tim33 texts me in the middle of dinner on Wednesday. 

The fuck?