We got a red box movie. Necromentia. A stupid move btw, fucking retarded. We got a pizza, went back to him place. No one was home. Everyone was at work, and the baby was at school. We ate, sat on seperate couches. Then about 15 minutes into the movie he asked me to be his pillow. I went on the couch, he put his head on my lap, it felt good. He rubbed my hands and arms. He proceeded to rub my leg and then he said "Damn you are scarred up." I'm use to him pointing out my faults.
Only if he knew the stories behind the scars, maybe then he wouldn't make fun of them.
After the retarded movie, we went in his room. Then he layed me down and started kissing me, it was weird. I can tell that he hates kissing. It's like kissing a mannequin. He doesn't know how to touch me, or kiss me. He seems uncomfortable with passion. I jokingly said "I don't want to get you sick again" He replied. "Lets not kiss then and get right to it."
and we did, it was wam bam thank you ma'am. Literally. We fucked, we finished. Got dressed and he was like alright well you ready to go home. No cuddling, no kissing, nothing.. I just got my stuff together and kept my mouth shut.
He likes sex. He like talking about himself. He like the fact that I adore his talents. He likes how I do everything for him, give him backrubs, make sure he has everything and stays organized. But those aren't reasons to be with someone. He doesn't show any emotion towards me. When he says something nice, it doesn't even sound believable. Everything is weird with us.
I'm just use to having the guy adore me, want me, do things for me. I'm use to cuddling, kissing, affection.
Why wouldn't you want to touch the person you care for so much?
I'm just racking my brain about it once again.