The trouble with Norman.
I was playing bingo with my sister and her boyfriend at one of those festival/fair type things. It cost a quarter to play three cards. Each time someone would yell "BINGO!" there was this guy who would come around and collect the money for the next game.
He was cute. And in my boy-crazy state, I'll smile at any guy who walks by me more than once, wether he's paid to do so or not. But he smiled back at me. And so the flirting began.
I could tell he was younger than me. Probably significantly younger. But I didn't care. Pretty soon he was shiding his hand across mine as he handed me back change. It was fun. It felt good.
He was standing behind my sister's boyfriend when I caught his eye again. He mouthed the words, "I want your number." and smiled at me again. I'm sure I blushed and looked down at my cards after nodding quickly in his direction.
Having no pen or paper, I didn't really plan on giving this kid my number, but I still liked the idea that he wanted it.
After a while, (We were only there 45 minutes total) he slipped me a napkin, I looked and saw writing on it and pocketed it stealthily. But my sister's boyfriend saw, he saw it all. My sister, however, was totally clueless.
On the way out Jon asked me what was on the napkin, I didn't want to look at it yet, but he ribbed me a little and got me to pull it out. There was written, in blue pen, NORMAN and the phone number. Jon told me I better not call him, that I could do so much better, but I secretly liked the quiet innocence of this guy who just handed me his number. Jon said he had bad teeth, I honestly hadn't noticed, which is odd for me, because I'm all about good teeth. I still wasn't sure. My sister said she coulsn't believe this had all happened while she was playing bingo because she didn't catch on at all.
Well, I called Norman, despite his name. We had a nice conversation that turned a little naughty, It wasn't phone sex, but it was phone sexy. I liked his voice, and he seemed smooth and confident that evening. Little did I know that things were about to change.
We got disconnected, and he called me back. It happened again. Damn cell phones. About the sixth time I was annoyed and tired and I didn't want to talk anymore.
We finally got off the phone.
First thing the next morning, I am awakened by the phone ringing. It's Norman. I just got a bad feeling about the whole thing at that point. He called me later that afternoon, and into the evening. I really didn't get much done that day. He called me at a minimum od three times a day for the next four days. It was at that poing after running out of things to say to him very quickly that I told him I was going out of town for the weekend (I was.) I told him not to call because I would be out of state with friends for the next four days. HE whined and asked why he couldn't call me if I was out with friends. I tried to explain it to him but did a poor job and he got hurt. He told me to be good ( I can only assume he was asking me not to be with any other guys () and I said No, I would not be good. I was going out of town with people I adore and one in particular that I wanted to have a little more fun with in the evenings.
When I got back he called me almost immediately, I barely had my suitcase in the door.
He wanted to know what I had done. So.. I told him. I had sex, good sex. I was happy. He was not. He was jealous and hurt, again. I should have stopped talking to him altogether at that point, but I didn't. Instead, I did the exact opposite. I went to see him the next day. What the hell was I thinking. I kissed him. He does have bad teeth, I couldn't kiss him again. But I did let him touch me. He started out rubbing my back. This felt really good, especially since I had done something awful to my rib the day before while I was still out of town. I let him touch me some more. I let him take off my shirt. Honestly, I just wasn't thinking. We didn't have sex, we didn't even do much else, but I did get to see his amazingly huge penis. (Damnit, he has bad teeth regardless of his penis size and I can't be with him at all.) There are things that I found attractive about him that I do not wish to find attractive. He likes country music, and while I have nothing against people who do for the most part, he has an obsession with it and refuses to listen to anything else. He tries to tell me what to wear. He called me stupid names like honeypie and sweetie. I don't usually like pet names either, but in this case it was annoying. God what a loser, (I can't really figure out if I'm talking about him or me.) Either way, He is getting really obsessive about me,. and calling a lot. When I didn't return his phone calls for two days he got all offended and wrote me a really bad text message. )And when I say bad, I mean gramatically incorrect too.)
He called me three times last night despite telling me goodbye in a rather final fashion earlier. I really thought he wouldn't be calling again, but no such luck.
I really don't know what to do in this situation, And I really feel like I brought it on myself. Sometimes I'm such an idiot when it comes to guys. The ones I want don't want me, and the ones I shouldn't be caught dead with instead I am nice to and they end up getting really attatched. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what I'm going to do with him.
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