Twas the night before the most dreadful day ever for a single woman. I received a dinner date invitation from my Persian #3, we will call him Alex. Alex moved to San Jose from Iran two years ago, he is 27, a student a state with a very strong and sexy persian accent. I knew a little Farsi here and there because of one of the guys I dated before and from one of my girlfriends who would instantly translate for me. So, since I am super single and had no plans besides watching The Good Wife on Hulu while eating my thai tea ice cream, I accepted his invitation. We met up at Sa Baeng Thai restaurant down on Divisadero, one of my favorite thai restaurants in the city. As we sat down on our reserved table he handed me a tiny red rose. It was cute and sweet of him to do that. A bouquet of roses wouldn’t have hurt also but I think it is a little too much considering it is our first date and it was also Valentine’s day. Alex looked much younger in his pictures, but I prefer how he looks in person, he looks more masculine and brawny. He has a full on beard, good-looking, 5’9, ideal but not my favorite. He took initiative and ordered for the both of us, I really enjoy having the man be in control. I would give our conversation a solid 7. I teased him about sharing our dinner, I wasn’t that hungry and told him we could just share the soup and the pad thai. He looked at me and hesitated, I asked him..”Oh are you not the sharing type?..” He then replied “I don’t know if you know this, but persians do not like to share.” “I beg to differ, the persian guys I’ve been with have been very kind and generous with me in ALL aspects even my friends,” I said. As our menu orders were delivered on our table, Alex then grabbed my empty plates and his empty plates and gave it to the waiter. I asked him what he was doing and he then put the big plate of pad thai in the middle of us and said. “You want to share, so we’re going to share.” I was surprised and laughed and he did as well. I have never shared a meal let alone from one plate with someone, and this was happening on the first date. Oh my goodness I was dying inside! As we shared our first meal together again in one fucking plate, he told me more about his life and what he wanted to do. I don’t open up much on these dates, I find that the guys talk more about themselves which is completely fine with me since I don’t expect much from them. It is all for fun and games.
The bill came and he pulled out his card, I then teased him oh okay so you got this? I wanted to see what he would say but he said of course since he was a traditional man. He asked if we could walk around the neighborhood for awhile since he knew I had to pick up my cousin later on that evening as well. He held my hands as we strode off to the night underneath the starlight. Just kidding we walked down SF’s busy neighborhood and bumped into everyone I knew, my pizza guy, my grocer, my bartender, and one of my friends. I told him I should be heading back to my car, he volunteered to walk me to where I parked. Before saying goodbye, Alex leaned in and kissed me. What was that? I asked, he said that he wanted to see me again and kiss me before the night was over. I’m not sure if it is because I am having too much sex but I am not getting turned on these days!
We passionately kissed against my car during a busy hour, the streets were filled with cars and pedestrian. Let me just say that we were also not toning down our little PDA, I think we got honked at every time a new car passes by and people were hollering at us as they walked by. His left hand were wrapped around my neck while his other hand was underneath my dress, caressing my inner thighs. He slowly teased me with his tongue, his kisses were gentle but powerful. I could feel his hard member pressed on my hips as I swayed to my side. His gentle lips pressed on my neck down to my chest. He grabbed on my ass and pushed my lips wide open and circled his tongue around my mouth. His mouth trickled down to my collar bone and down to my left nipple, I could feel his warmth breathe on my skin and his erect cock still pressing upon me. I instantly stopped the both of us before things could get any further. I had to stop him because as much as it felt good having another man caress and kiss you, I was not getting turned on by him. I could tell he wanted more, obviously he is a man. However, not tonight. So I said my goodbye, and drove off to the moonlight far far away from this Persian prince.