Okay, so this afternoon I stopped at a restaurant/bar in a nearby town and had a couple beers. It was pretty dead, so I just chatted with the bartender, who was a pretty hot and nicely built fellow of mixed Hawaiian ancestry (late 20’s maybe?). Turns out we live in the same town, we talked about that and what part of town we each lived in. He also asked what I was doing later, I said just going home.
Oh, and phero-wise I was wearing the remnants of an FTL sample (from a company I don’t know if I’m allowed to mention), a couple swipes of Nude (same about company) and a blast of EST, and Instant Honesty 4x in my hair sea kelp from after I showered this morning.
So I leave and go home, check my email, have a couple beers, also applied a couple swipes of perfume ending in a honey cinnamon vanilla slightly incensey scent, just because I like to play with different perfumes, even when I’m by myself (bad move perhaps, though I didn’t know it then).
All of a sudden someone’s out on my porch, and there is the hot bartender from earlier. I said, hey, whats up, he said he was just cruising and decided to stop by. I had felt comfortable talking with him earlier at the bar so I said come in and offered him a beer.
Now, I live in a teeny tiny community where everyone knows everyone else, not like NYC or LA or somewhere where such actions would be totally unheard of. Its very different here, a totally different planet.
We sat on the couch, and after not very long he started getting physical, or at least trying to. (I did NOT flirt with him or give him any sexual hints of any kind, I was cheerful and nice as I would be with anyone who stopped by). I squirmed away and made an excuse of getting another beer in the kitchen, and when I came back he was sitting on the couch with his pants scootched down and his hat over his lap 
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I thought to myself, oh great, what the hell’s up with this? Out loud, I said with a cheery smile, hey what are you doing, pull up your pants, silly, we just met. He complied, but then after awhile, he sneaked open his zipper when I didn’t notice, and there was his weenie, peeking out again. He said I was so hot, he just couldn’t help himself, hmmmm, okay whatever.
I had planned to make my first attempt at chicken cordon bleu, which he already knew from earlier conversations (he had even volunteered some advice, since he’d cooked it before), so I decided that I had best get busy with that. I invited him into the kitchen (and away from the couch!) and he started to help a bit, but then had to leave as he had another commitment (which I think was true but who knows). Though he might have left because he realized that what he wanted just wasn’t going to happen. He said he’d stop by again later or tomorrow, though I hope he doesn’t now.
And the worst part is, this is NOT the first time this has happened to me. I have been in at least three other situations where a guy just had to show me his stuff (without IOI’s from me). Whats up with this? Why do guys feel so compelled to pull out their penises for my perusal? Don’t they realize all that does is to just chase girls away? Or do other girls actually like this? I don’t really know, I have never discussed this with a girl (except one gf who was around the night of one “showing” and she thought it was icky too, it had happened to her once).
I would love to understand this behavior, or at least whats behind it, especially since it continues to happen to me. And the best way to deal with it, I’m not that offended, just uncomfortable. How does one deal with the cockshow syndrome without being totally mean and making enemies (who I am more than likely to encounter again around town).
Uck.
) why would he even have to feel desperate? Unless he really is desperate, because he acts like that with girls and chases them all away, because he doesn’t know how to act. Poor guy.