Learning The Lesson

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In July of 1999 I was stressed as hell.  It was the day before a very important test for my job.  In the middle of reviewing my study materials, I hit a wall.  I couldn't stay focused.  No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get back on track.

So I decided to take a study break.  A sexual study break.

My goal was to hop online, find a guy to have sex with, and get back to my work. 

Fortunately, I did just that.  I met a brotha named AFFECT who was about 6'2", 190 pounds, nice brown skin, great build, and an affected central american accent.  He wanted to get together for sex immediately, and met me on my streetcorner in twenty minutes.

At that point in my life, I was reluctant to have sex in my apartment with guys that I didn't know.  In retrospect it was foolish, but it lead to some interesting encounters.  The problem was that AFFECT didn't have a place, and I wasn't letting him into my place.  So after ten minutes of riding around in his car and a quick five minute conversation, we found ourselves getting busy on a towel in the middle of a wooded area just about a 100 feet from Lake Shore Drive,  It was hot.  It was something about having sex in the middle of the day, concealed by trees with scores of cars buzzing past you.

My encounter with AFFECT hit the spot, and made it easier for me to concentrate for my exam when I returned home.   I hoped that I would get to see him again.

I called him three or four times.  We would speak briefly.  He would tell me that he wanted to get together again, but never committed to a time.  I left it alone and never called him again.

Months later, right around Valentine's Day 2000, I was house sitting for a friend of mine who owns a mansion in Chicago's posh Kenwood neighborhood.  I was surfing around the telephone gay chat line and I heard a familiar voice--an affected central american accent. It was AFFECT.  Without telling him who I was, I invited him over to the mansion for some sex.

He came in, and was a bit taken back by the environment.  But he remembered me immediately.  He smiled, and five minutes later we were having some deep passionate sex.  After our orgasm he told me that he really enjoyed himself and that I should give him a call so that we could get together on a regular basis.  I smiled.  Happy that I had sex with him again, and this time I knew that he would be more likely to come back for thirds.

I called him three or four times.  We would speak briefly.  But, like before, he never committed to meeting again.  He would always tell me that he would give me a call back.  So I left it alone, and never called him again.

Years went by.  I moved to a new place.  My paranoia about inviting people into my apartment to have sex no longer existed.  I had forgotten all about AFFECT until one day this year, I hooked up with a guy on the phone line.  He sat in my apartment for 15 minutes before I recognized him.  He had gained some weight and his features were a lot rounder.  It was pretty clear that he didn't remember me.

We had sex, and it was good.  No fireworks, but not bad either.  After the sex, I reminded him of our past encounters. He smiled and said that he thought I looked familiar.

As before, he told me to call him.  Like before, he pretty much played me to the side.

I couldn't believe that I let this dude play me on three separate occasions.  Especially because I don't like to think of myself as someone who is a sucker.  Don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting a relationship from this guy.  But when someone says call me so that the two of you can have repeat sex, is it wrong to want to follow through?

You know the old saying:  Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me.  But when it comes to intimacy, sex, romance, and dating--how many times does it take before we learn the lesson?

Yesterday, I got hit up by a guy on the Internet.  No face pic.  His stats and profile were cool, so we exchanged numbers.  He called me, and AFFECT's name popped up on my cell phone (I never delete names and numbers of tricks).  The man on the Internet was AFFECT.  It looked like I was going to get a chance to meet him one more time...

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Comments

[Fratman1906]

LOL. Pay back is a bitch and you got him jood.

[summer]

can't wait for the next entry...

[paco]

i wouldve been done after the second time...

but leave it up 2 you to try any and all revenge stunts

[Boogie]

Lord knows I think I need a sexual study break....

[DJSmooth]

Lawd only knows that has happen to me, but I stopped at the second encounter.