I got Kevin to play some video games with me. I started him on a new game in Uncharted 2. I figured he'd like the game since he's into Indiana Jones, adventure, treasure hunting, and all that. He's had a lot of difficulty getting the hang of the movement controls though. He couldn't figure out how to work the movement and camera direction together at the same time, so most of the time the camera was going out of control wherever he went.
I'm not really used to playing games with people who don't know how to play games, so I tried to be patient. There's always the feeling of "ok, you've been wandering in circles for 10 minutes, just let me do it" in my head, but I tried to let him figure it out on his own. It gets frustrating, since I'm so used to the conventional methods and flow in games that I forget how unnatural it must seem to him. I know how to move around, what to look for, and how to pick up on the clues given in games. None of that really registers for him right away. There were some other annoying moments... like when every time he killed an enemy, he'd ask if he was able to teabag the body. Every time a girl character appeared on screen, he'd make a big deal out of fawning over her and trying to look at her ass.
He got really tense over the fight sequences. He'd freak out whenever enemies were shooting at him, and he'd just yell a stream of cuss words the entire time. Note to self: I probably shouldn't let him play games when my parents are around.
He seemed to enjoy it though.
On Saturday we went skinny dipping in his pool. It was fun... It's nice to feel the rush of doing something you know you could be caught doing. It was slightly possible his neighbors could look out onto the porch and into the pool, but we hung out in a spot most hidden by the walls of the pool and the surrounding porch furniture. Swimming without clothes is a bit weird though. The most notable difference was in my chest; it felt incredibly strange to feel as if I had two helium-filled balloons there instead of the heavy sand bags they usually are. It also made me feel like I had to pee, lol. Strange.
It was romantic though, being out there with him, pressed against the hard concrete of the pool wall...
When we finished swimming, we laid out in the sun on the porch for a while. I read my book on my Kindle for a while; Kevin spent the time rambling about the risks of skin cancer. It was nice feeling the sun on my skin. I don't usually like being out in the sun because it hurts my eyes so much, but for a few minutes it was good.
But the weekend kind of ended in shit.
Some time after we had been in the pool, I was getting "frisky" with him. I was supposed to go back to my house and feed Mrs. Dash and we needed to eat dinner soon, so he told me "later."
After taking care of the pets, eating dinner, and back at his house, we were watching MacGyver. I laid on top of him, again trying to be frisky. He was like "We're trying to watch MacGyver." So I backed off and sat through the rest of the episode. I was sleepy by the end of it, and nearly falling asleep there on the couch. Kevin was like "Okay, now if we want to watch a movie, we have to start it now, or it will be too late to watch one." And I said okay...
So we go to bed after the movie's over, and I try being frisky again. He says he's tired. I get upset because this is the third time I'd been turned down that day, and it was our last chance before I had to go home the next morning...
I was okay just dealing with it and going to sleep, but he kept pushing the issue, and then I got upset. He tried telling me it was my fault because I "didn't speak up." Which is... fucking ridiculous. It wasn't fair. He'd gotten off twice on Friday. I only did once, and I had to do it myself. And it's not just about getting off... it's sharing that moment with him, and being close to him. Not very often can we be alone for those kind of moments. And now that we were, I got gypped.
I wish he knew how it feels to be the one who initiates everything most of the time. To be turned down over and over again because he's not in the mood. To not feel satisfied...
I can't think of a time when I've ever turned down his advances. I melt every time he tries... Maybe if I did, he'd understand how it feels...