So I had my first travel date with Gina over the weekend. She flew into town and we drove out to Daytona Beach for a weekend of partying and fun.
Just to recap, I picked Gina up in a bar in another state about two months ago, took her home, and closed her. We spent the weekend hanging out and had a great time. Shortly thereafter I established a long distance fuck buddy (LDFB) relationship. Since we live in other states, this was the only option. Going through the memory banks I realized I’ve had several LDFBs, but this is the first one where I concretely established it from the get-go. She was all for it.
On Friday we hung out at the Tiki Bar all day and got hammered. I “picked up” a 4-set of three guys and a girl so that we’d have peeps to hang out with. This worked out awesomely as we partied with this group the entire day and night and had a fantastic time. That night, we bar hopped around Daytona and whooped it up. One of our stops was Molly Brown’s, a strip club that Gina had absolutely no problem going into.
On Saturday we parked it on the beach and soaked up rays. Minimal drinking because I was hungover, although we strapped it on that night and hit the bars again. We shot pool at Oyster’s, which is possibly the dirtiest bar I’ve ever been to (dirty in a bad way). I PU’ed another dude, this time a skinny Hawaiian guy in town visiting. Again, I was making instant friends in order to pump up the fun. This is pretty standard issue socializing for me and I do it practically every time I go out with a girl. If you’re hanging out with a hot chick, it’s a cinch to make friends with strangers because you’re pre-selected.
Saturday night we splashed around in the ocean and ended up having sex on the beach. Of course, you can’t have sex on the beach without getting BUSTED by six different people, which is exactly what happened. That’s what I get for getting frisky right in front of the hotel. It was a freakin riot and it was like I was back in high school. Scratch that, I never had sex on the beach in high school. We also squeezed in some jacuzzi-tub sex and sex in a few other places.
What’s Up With Gina?
We acted exactly like gf-bf during the weekend and I even got to the point where I was introducing her as my girlfriend to strangers. I did it simply to diffuse any awkwardness when people found out we lived in different states. AT NO POINT during the weekend did we talk about our relationship, moving forward, if we’re dating other people, or our love lives in general. We lived completely in the present. The whole weekend was a great experience and I don’t think either of us had a problem with how it played out…in fact, I think it worked out perfectly. I didn’t sense any conflict for Gina. I seriously doubt we’re going to have any relationship conversation any time soon. We did talk about doing another travel date in October.
Gina is a consultant for a big company back in her city and she works a ton. Her goal is to become a VP at some point in the future. She’s super busy, regularly works until 7:00 or 8:00 at night, and travels a lot. My guess is she doesn’t have a whole lot of time to date or do the LTR thing. So an arrangement like this one works for her. I’m happy to oblige because she’s a great gal and we have lots of fun together.
Checking Out Other Chicks
(Photo credit Tampa Bay Times)
There were tons of hot chicks walking around in bikinis all weekend and I wanted to have sex with all of them. Let me back up for a second. Honey and I talked a bit about having the wandering eye and the reasons behind cheating a little bit in our comments here.
Here’s the deal. I was with a hot chick, had been having rabid monkey sex all weekend, and still I had the urge to nail other hotties. In my mind, I was pretty much “satisfied.” However, I’ve noticed that the more sexually active I am, the GREATER the urge to copulate with other partners is, which would seem counter intuitive. After all, you’re busting a nut regularly, so why the urge to keep firing away, right? My theory is once your sexual motor is firing on all cylinders, it sharpens your sexual appetite and increases the urge to spread your seed. It’s not an issue of getting sex regularly, being satisfied, fulfilling fantasies, and certainly has nothing to do with love. It’s just a basic urge.
These feelings were automatic, instantaneous, and came deep from within my core. On an intellectual level, I had no desire to have sex with other women. It made no sense. But the second a hot chick in a bikini walked by, I wanted to nail her. For the record, I didn’t make any moves or attempt to pickup other girls throughout the weekend. Also, I was totally into Gina, like even though I wanted to nail other chicks it didn’t affect my emotions for her.
This is the way men are wired. We’re wired to want to have sex with women. All women, any women. Even if we’re with someone else. It’s precisely part of who we are. I think women are the opposite, ie they’re wired to pair bond. Pretty messed up, eh?