Several hours ago, I returned from a brief trip to Boston, in order to:
a) see the city for the 1st time
b) visit a boy I met several months age at a concert, then hung out with at the after-party.
The boy had friended me several days after we met, and that night had been a very innocent one (see: http://swdnyc.tumblr.com/post/428595007/cd-release-party-and-a-blind-date). We had chatted about once a week, commented on each others statuses, etc, and about a month he asked when I was coming to visit. Well, ever since Summer hit, I’ve been itching to get out of the city of my weekends, so a trip to a new place didn’t seem half bad, plus I’d get to possibly hook up with a cute guy. I picked bus times so that I was literally there 23 hours… I didn’t want to leave too early/late the second day, just in case things were awkward. At any rate, I got into Boston at 2 on Thursday, and he met me at the bus terminal. We greeted, sans any physical contact, then got on the train to his apt so I could drop my things. He lived on the outskirts, in a very cute part, and by himself… check! We were literally there one minute, and he asked if I wanted to get on with some tourism… the first stop, a restaurant with outdoor seating so we could get martinis and crab cakes. The martinis definitely provided some conversation lubrication, as we had already hit several lulls. We walked around for about 20 minutes, then a massive thunderstorm rolled right in, so we ended up in another bar for 2 beers each. We kept circling over typical common points, such as partying, work woes, etc. I wasn’t feeling anything spectacular though, but the drinks helped. Afterwards, we walked through a gorgeous park (which I’m sure is famous), passed by city hall, the cemetery where Paul Revere is buried, then ended up at an outdoor restaurant right on the water in the harbor. We got a bottle of wine (I realized I was drunk when I ordered pinot noir… I loathe red wine, though I drank it) and had good convo. His friend text him during, asking if we wanted to meet up, so we hopped on a train to the “Chelsea” of Boston, and ended up at some flapper-esque bar where drinks were way too expensive and waaaaaay too weak. I think I was drinking diet coke with lemon, and no vodka. Oh well, he paid, so I didn’t harp on it. We quickly finished our drinks and moved on to a hotel bar, where drinks were even more expensive, though fairly strong. A couple friend of theirs showed up, which was fun, but to be honest, they were a bit of an obnoxious crowd. Also, by this point, I was not only drunk, but extremely tired. I wasn’t exactly trying to sell myself to them, so I sat back listening to conversation, which was mainly inside and nothing I could chime in on anyways. Luckily the bars close at two there, so regardless, we had to go home at this point. He hailed a cab as soon as we stepped outside, and started kissing me as soon as we settled in it. I’m sorry, but making out in cabs is one of my favorite forms of foreplay. We arrived at his house soon enough, where the making out ensued on his couch for another 20 minutes or so, at which point he suggested moving it to the bedroom. There was slight messing around, but both of us passed out before anything too significant happened— always for the best.
I woke up around 9:30 the next morning with him spooning me. This is one of the few reasons I’d like to have a boyfriend… cuddling and laying around, at any time of the day. We both slowly woke up by talking and him tracing his fingers over my back and arms, then after a while, he started kissing my neck on downwards… fuck cuddling, this was a better wake-up call. After he was done, I decided I’d be nice enough to reciprocate, so without much hesitation, I moved myself down there. Literally two seconds, okay, maybe 4, he came. No fucking lie. It was the best BJ experience of my life. I wish it was always that quick and easy. I couldn’t help but start laughing, which I’m sure made him feel great. Haha. He actually didn’t seem that embarrassed, but he did apologize, which I told him there was no need for. After this, we were both sufficiently ready to head out for brunch and to the bus station. We got on the train/trolley and ended up going to a restaurant around the corner from the bus. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt like this… like what? Like Death. I decided that greasy food was in order. He asked if I wanted a beer and I almost vomited. We both had a burger and enjoyed the last hour of hanging out together. He walked me to the gate, where there was a ridiculously long line, and we hugged goodbye.
I didn’t send a follow up text, nor did I expect one from him. We had a good enough time together, but conversation was too forced and dry at times. Of course it was better whilst drinking, but that’s not a good measure by any means. I had been wanting to see him since I met him, plus I wanted to see Boston, so it was like killing two birds with one stone. Maybe I’ll see him again if he comes to NYC, but I won’t be going out of my way to see him again. All in all, another adventurous event I’ll chalk up to 20s & single life.
