Room #104 and Neighbor Damon – Part 5
Room #104 and Neighbor Damon – Part 5
Just because a man buys you drinks does that entitle him to more?
August and September
In a split second, his hand was up my tight, black Dolce and Gabbana dress right there on the Ritz-Carlton couch. He leaned in and whispered in my ear all the things he wanted to do. I must admit I got a tingle in my nether region; I was still pretty charged from Room #104, although our encounter had been three nights earlier. The next thing I knew Neighbor Damon and I were in the pool area of the Ritz. I had a little Jesus déjà vu moment as he went down on me, then he pulled out his “thing.” It was shockingly large; without even thinking I told him “to put that THING away,” and I was out of there. I had gone beyond filling my perceived obligation.
When I got home that night I started to sneeze uncontrollably. His cologne was stuck on my skin, in my hair, and in my clothing. I showered before I went to bed, put my dress in a Ziploc bag like biohazard material to seal off his smell. First thing in the morning, I determinedly drove to the dry cleaner and handed the bag to Jill for complete decontamination.
Someplace inside Neighbor Damon is the sweet guy I saw that the first time we met, but I was never able to pull back enough layers to find it. He did a great job of putting on a macho, womanizing act to keep me from seeing his true core. The Sunday after our date, he called first thing in the morning, interrupting my weekly ritual of doing the bills, practicing yoga and getting ready for the new week.
“Hi Jennifer, it’s Damon. Why don’t you come over and sit on my face?” I wanted to heave.
“No. I don’t think so,” was my shocked reply.
“Well, do you want to go to Manhattan Beach this afternoon? There is a food festival, and it should be really cool.”
“No. I have yoga.”
“How about we meet later for dinner, then?”
“No. I like to take a sauna after yoga class and have a relaxing night alone.” Sunday is my day, and I was not about to change my routine for him.
He called me about five times the next day and sent numerous e-mails; this was abnormal behavior. I let him know that his actions made me uncomfortable and I didn’t want to see him again. That has yet to stop him from contacting me.
To be continued…
- What do you think?
I did not wake up one morning and say “hey I think I’d like a man use my sweater like a towel, write a candid dating book, become a dating expert, the CEO and founder of a social dating site and have three blogs.”
