Jay – the unlucky womanizer

„How meeting a beautiful woman brings me in trouble“, he said at one point and meant me. I didn’t even react because it sounded so much like a cheap line. Just some sugar coating. And he had more of that. But at that time I had no idea what this would really mean.

I was in Marseille, the city of gorgeous, gorgeous people and so I relapsed to my „Let’s see what’s out there“ dating app behavior. Looking at all these people made me so horny that I was swiping my guards away. It seemed like the queer scene was hiding from me, I didn’t find a FLINTA Bar or anything, LEX was also dead but on Zoé there were so many women. But it was too slow for a week trip. With women, it always takes so much time. So I only met guys. Well to be precise: 2.

What a man

And one was a hidden gem because I had no idea what awesome body this dude was hiding in his pictures. Jay. He was very engaged in the beginning, sending me a lot of messages, trying to meet up on his day off. Yeah, but I blew it, being all over the place and meeting a couchsurfer who drove me around. I couldn’t come back to meet that day. But we met. He told me right away, when we walked up the busy shopping street to my favorite part of town, Cours Julien, that he had to work at night as well. He had his gym bag with him because I set the date up too spontaneously.
In the beginning, I was okay that he mostly talked about himself, he had quite a story to tell and I also wanted to know why he lived in Vienna and what made him come here. It seemed like he tried to justify his life, that I was not asking him to. I won’t ever know the whole truth about it, but he had visa issues. A promise of a visa made him go to Austria in the first place but his „friend“ scammed him. He held a degree in International Business from Nigeria but was a Security guard and bouncer now to get the money in, to „get his life back“, as he said.

Just unlucky with dating…

And he was smart. On other aspects, not so much with women. He has been told that he doesn’t know how to speak to women and I would soon see why. He kept telling me about other hot girls and how he hit it off with them right away. But in the beginning, I just heard what I wanna hear and that was, he was looking for a relationship. And me thinking at first, he isn’t a player. Saying, it’s always the girls ghosting him. There it was: the red flag waving at me right there. I was amazed by myself how little I cared about that all when the guy was hot. I on the other hand tried to find out why. But who am I fooling, I wasn’t looking for the love of my life either. After a monologue of 1 hour I said he knows nothing about me. And he said, „I know everything I need to know“, telling me back exactly the 4 things I told him this evening.

Part of the plan?

He said he lives in the next street and he wants to get rid of his bag. His plan was to go back to his place anyways and I knew. I wanted him, yes, but not so fast. He took me on a tour in his home, made it super funny, which surprised me a bit  – and it ended in his bedroom. It seemed like he did the same thing already quite sometimes. He said he has to find an outfit for his job later, to impress the boss at this club, because it was his first night there. But I think he wanted to impress me. Because of course that was a reason to get shirtless and oh boy was he yummy. I had to laugh though because it all seemed so planned out. – He always dressed all in black and still had his trousers on with a belt from his day job. And he chose a few outfits that were quite tight to see all he’s got and changed the trousers to black tight jeans. But still, he didn’t make me melt. I thought this is too simple, just taking off the shirt isn’t doing it for me. Nah. But he tried to get me into bed, literally, until I said, I am not feeling it. He stopped immediately, was suddenly in a very weird mood and I was annoyed by that. We wouldn’t have had enough time anyways. In the end we were rushing to his work place. What was he expecting? A 5 minute quicky? But that way his body had time to sink into my fantasy and my head played some nice scenes over and over again.

Bringing the fantasy to life

I love anticipation and knowing that it would happen tonight. I was in Arles the whole day and made sure, my friend, the couchsurfer, is going back in time, so I could meet Jay again this night. It was the same situation of him having to work later and that’s why I got to the point quite quickly. Otherwise he would have also just kept going on talking about himself. I mean he does even know he’s selfish and thinks this is the appropriate way of behaving, because he cannot trust anyone. I was almost upset because he made it so easy talking himself out of everything.

Oops back to the action: I initiated it and oh boy I had no idea, it was so good, that the second round just had to happen as well. He didn’t go down on me but knew his fingering game very well that is usually not my thing at all. He was tired as fuck, having basically no sleep for the past 2 days but still very enthusiastic in keeping on going. Well, also I was riding him like crazy when he needed a break. I think I forgot how nice also meaningless sex can be sometimes. He just knew exactly what to do to keep me wet. He had those big hands that were able to grab me tightly and hard fast pushes that just were so intense. I wouldn’t have minded a third round, though I was already all dizzy.

He rushed again to his job and I could just go back to my place instead of partying on a Saturday evening because I used the last of my energy riding this dick and showering after. I left some blue stains from my hair on his pillow, not on purpose but he should be reminded of me. So of course after that, things slowed down as expected and my last night in Marseille was there to come.

My last night in Marseille

Of course I wanted to see him at my last night, not even imagining, what a weird night it will be. I met the other date for coffee, we had an interesting conversation but he was too interested in me (like what the fuck), went for a walk along the harbor, enjoying the sun, having some good music in my headphones and smiling. And there was a smile coming back at me as I was walking past the yachts. We even both turned around after passing and so we started talking. We went up the platform to have a view over the harbor and I missed my chance to get into the fort again before it closed. At first the guy was interesting, he came to Italy for love but his wife died. So he needed to get away from there and ended up in Marseille.

He told me his phone was dead and he has charge it. I wanted to be alone again and tried making him go to the bar of his friend alone to charge his phone. He started to annoy me because he started to call me baby and whatnot. But I wasn’t successful. So I went to this what turned out to be a corner shop, where you can sit outside. The owner was an Israeli, an old punk who was super interesting. He was maybe in his late 50s but young at heart. I thought he had such a big heart and all his friends, weird creatures, were hanging around and he was taking care of him as well as this guy Will, that I met. We got all high and drunk and it was fun, but I still wanted to go to Jay, so the Israeli guy drove me there. I regret that I got into his car because I’ve never been so scared for my life. The Israeli guy wanted me to come back to his place later. At this point I thought we are cool and this was platonic, but it was followed by a very nasty message he sent me on facebook.  

The dissapointment

So I got high and drunk to his apartment. He said he didn’t expect me and that was on me, I never really said I would come. My communication skills suck sometimes. He was tired and distance, kissed badly and just sat there and ate. I was hyped up and I wanted a nice little farewell marseille bang. He said he would be too tired. Well. I had to get up at 3 anyways, so I said, I will just stay until then and quietly leave. Because I had no sleeping place anymore. At least I had a place to stay. We were just going to bed like grandpa and grandma, leaving me disappointed and horny.

Like in the movies

Then the doorbell rang like crazy and I asked him if there’s someone he wants to avoid. He said yes. After quite some time, his flatmate opened the door and we heard a female voice. Jay turned off the light and I thought, „Wow, what the hell is going on?“ The guys told her in French that he is traveling, so it was really about Jay but she didn’t seem to believe them because she came upstairs anyways and I just put the blanket over my head. It felt like a bad movie. I didn’t know if she saw me, she kept standing there, staring into the dark. He started talking to her in French and went downstairs to tell her all those pretty lies. My French isn’t so good but I definitely understood that he was making me just a friend who needs a place to stay. He came back upstairs and I asked him if this was his girlfriend. He said no, just a crazy woman he bangs. And boom, I was all on her side. I said, „I am sure she has quite some motives to be like that right now so don’t call her crazy“ – I was quite sure he made her believe that they were more than just banging. Then she was on the phone with someone, telling them the story. He made me come downstairs. She was a gorgeous black woman, small waist, big butt, tight jeans. He was calm, found it even funny, apologized to me for HER behavior. He kept talking to me, ignoring her, and proposed a threesome. To me and to her. I was just shaking my head and told him, „fuck you“, because of the girl being in that situation. The girl didn’t speak any English and I couldn’t get my head around some French, just telling her, she shouldn’t believe him. She didn’t want to leave even he was ignoring her, so I left, even though I had nowhere to go. He didn’t seem to care so much. 

The audacity

Yes, girl, you just can’t leave if the D is too good. Maybe I felt so much for her because I have been there too. I felt quite misplaced, was sober again and didn’t even give him the hug he was asking for, nor said bye. I was so upset about the audacity of this guy, having zero empathy and making himself the victim of the situation. I knew that people like this exists but I actually never thought I would see that live and in motion. I thanked him for showing me a new character for my stories that I can use. I didn’t come back and he did never ask about where I ended up. 
I get little „Come here“ messages from time to time and wonder, why he’s still texting. 
Me_ Are you horny?
Him_ No, you just crossed my mind.
Me_Because your bed sheets are still blue?