Worth The Wait Guy Chronicles Ch. 18
"MILF Pt. 2"
Sigh... and it was all good a week ago. My first encounter with Stephanie started off great but ended as bit of a downer. I couldn't believe that I didn't perform up to my golden standards. I felt as if I failed myself and every man who's ever performed oral sex before. Now, I know what some of you are thinking: You must not know what you're doing! Well, I'm not proud of myself for saying this but I actually do know what I'm doing and did it pretty well (I've been retired from this behavior for years - the future Mrs. Westbrook will be the next woman who will get to know if I'm good at it or nah).
Now that that's out of the way, I was a man on a mission. I needed to redeem myself, which meant I had to see Stephanie again. We continued to keep in touch after our first meetup in Vegas. Stephanie didn't seem like she allowed that night to affect our relationship. So, basically, I was the only one tripping about that night. She actually kept talking about how much fun she had and wanted to see me again soon. We kept our online dating thing going on for months before we actually saw one another again. This time, Stephanie's visit came as a surprise.
I was still working in Vegas as a VIP Table Busser (same job, new nightclub) and right before I left home, I received a call from Stephanie. I was shocked because it had been weeks since we last talked to each other. Stephanie informed me that she was on her way to Vegas for the weekend and wanted to hang out. I was totally down for that but work came first. As I arrived to work, I checked the reservations and we were going to be low that night. So, I made sure that signed the EO sheet (Early Out) so I could dip and go kick it with Stephanie. Once my name was called to go home early, I was geeked because I could see Stephanie again.
We met up on The Strip and walked and talked while holding hands, like we were a couple on vacation. It was cool because I knew Stephanie well enough to actually want to hold her hand and be seen with her in public. I didn't take her to Downtown Las Vegas or Henderson on the sneak tip. We were on The Strip, baby and it was all good. After being all "Boo'd Up,"
we went to grab something to eat and then headed to drop her off at home. It was 2am or 3am in the morning and I started to remember what happened the last time we hung out this late = trouble.
As we said goodnight to one another, I knew I didn't want the night to end. I wanted something more. We started making out in the car (which is always uncomfortable, yet convenient, especially with tinted windows) and we kept on going. And going. And going. This turned into one of those high school makeout sessions that lasted forever really quickly. Again, knowing that I was playing with fire, I was in too deep to run for cover. I know, I'm an idiot. So, at this point, the limits were pushed as far I wanted them to go and before I knew it, I was "Getting Some...." Y'all know the song.
While driving home, I didn't know what surprised me most: My actions or the motivation behind my actions? Look, wrong is wrong, and boy, was I wrong. This was not my finest moment but it happened and I had to deal with it. I acted like a dog that night - the manly dog I always knew was inside me. That dog scared me and I didn't approve of his behavior. In order for me to "train" my dog tendencies, I needed to spray myself and get rid of any potential fleas (bad habits, temptations, mentality, etc). I had nobody else to blame but myself. I made this bed and the only way to correct it was to clean my slate and give it all to God, including Stephanie. Her name wasn't Felicia but I had to say goodbye to her for good because I knew Stephanie wasn't for your boy. I clearly needed to spend more time with Jesus and leave these women alone.