"10" with Bo Derek and Dudley Moore
Gentlemen,
When I first saw the above movie, I was much younger, and thought Dudley Moore was an idiot. Who in his right mind would not want to bang Bo Derek senseless?
Well, my brothers, I am at present older, arguably wiser, and after this morning have a more sympathetic understanding of where Dudley's head was at.
I met up with my hot model / artist this morning, and despite a torrential downpour that paralyzed the city, by 10:12 we were safely tucked away in our hotel room, clothes were coming obediently off, and all signs seemed to point to an enjoyable two hours or so of aerobic fucking.
As predicted by Scottie and me, she was stunning. Legs for days, hips smaller than mine, perfect breasts, gorgeous face, killer lips, and a few tats which were useful as landmarks. We got the first round mutually out of the way, and I was settling in for a good, long session, hoping to make my way through her list before we had to give up the room. She was making appreciative noises, kissing me forcefully, and bucking gently, just like a naughty pony should. What's not to love, right?
And yet, and yet. About ten minutes into it, I found my mind wandering. And even more frightening, Scotties little mind seemed to be wandering as well. Normally he is able to keep his one eye firmly fixed on the activity at hand, focusing with laser-like attention and fueled by generic Viagra. But not today. I had to silently chide him to straighten up and get his head back into the game. Once more into the breach and all that.
It's not that she was doing anything wrong, or that she was not gorgeous, but there was no 'there' there. I made the mistake of trying to make small talk with her for a few minutes or so before we got down to business, and we are just not on the same planet, much less same page. She said the oddest things, and while I don't think there is any kind of cognitive impairment issues, she was just a little – flaky is the only word I can come up with.
Now I know some of you will say, 'Come on, Scott. If you want a great discussion, go date your college English professor. These are HYBs were talking about here. ' To which I would answer that I'm pretty sure my college English professor is enjoying his Eternal Reward at this point, and would resent my asking him out on a date, and add that I can't help it if I want both an HYB and some sort of intellectual involvement as well. Honestly, I kept thinking of my ATF college baby that I spent some time with last week, and who is on my dance card for this coming Thursday. Comparatively nowhere near as hot, but far more completely satisfying, and thus far more erotic.
Long story short, I couldn't wait to get her out of the room, jump in my car, and dash away into the safety of the afternoon's work load. Luckily, housekeeping knocked on the door, even though I put the 'Do Not Disturb' hanger facing out, and the mood, such as it was, was broken.
Now here's the kicker: I got four texts from her, until I had to turn my phone off, saying how much fun it was, how great in bed I was (thank you) , how much she is looking forward to getting together again when she gets back from her photo shoot (London, not the far east, sorry) , and suggesting possible days and times. I think I'm going to have to fake my own death. Am I an idiot? What is wrong with me? I'm fucking Bo Derek's granddaughter, and I can't keep my attention where it's supposed to be because I'm thinking about someone else. Lit, if you're out there, help me. Is Dudley Moore still alive? Does anyone have his phone number? Nando, what have you done to me?
If any of you have helpful advice, please post. I have three weeks to figure this out before she is back stateside.
As always, keep up the good work.
Scott
How to tell if your SB is really a pro
How about when they contact you to say they have a hotel room for the next couple of days, and were wondering if you'd like to stop by as your first meeting? This really happened to me. I declined.
In a similar vein, I had one "baby" email me about getting together, and I did my usual "let's meet someplace public for coffee and see if we have any chemistry" spiel, and she emailed back "oh that's right, you guys are all about 'chemistry'." Also declined.
Or if they list their occupation as "entertainer" and you know they're not doing stand-up.
More?
Scott
Farewell, my brothers, at least for now
Gentlemen,
I am just back from spending the afternoon with my 21 year-old college ATF and I am now well-resolved. It was so fun, and so natural, easy and satisfying, in all areas, that I think I am done with all other babies. Today was such a contrast from my previous experience being bored to death by Bo Derek's granddaughter on Tuesday that I can't ignore what clearly is a sign. Plus, what with winter acomin' on and all, I think I'm just going to focus on her and give myself some peace from all this running around, coffee drinking, and disappointment.
Thus, my postings will probably drop off precipitously, as I really don't feel good sharing details about her, frankly, but I am happy to assist anyone out there who wants to pm me for general approach details, tactics etc. Several of you have already, and I enjoy the discourse. Nando and Tigger, add my name to yours in the Big Book of Monogamous SDs. I'm already looking forward to getting her something special for Christmas! I'm a goner!
Keep up the good work, my brothers, and don't let this excellent thread slowly die. We owe it to Lit to keep it active. Hobby, maybe it's your turn to step up to the podium.
Scott
