Another Big Gun

So I met this man a few weeks ago. From a place not unlike this one. He wanted to "cam." I didnt' have a cam, but I looked at his. he looked very tired. we chatted/ Imd for an hour or two, he sent me links to some Romanian bands on YouTube. Turns out he was Romanian. From Transylvania. Did i know anything about transylvania? yes. Vlad in a casket minus his head, i knew that story. some others.

I had no idea before that, his chat English was like that. he wanted to talk on the phone. So we talked. He had an accent, his English was in process, for sure, but he got it. He told me he's only been talking on the phone for two months, he taught himself English by watching TV and repeating everything, over the past 9 months. I figured he was smart.

So I agreed to meet him. He called me the next day, and the next. We met for coffee at Victrola. He wasn't dressed for a "date," definitely. I saw him out the window before I left and changed clothes fast. Was he attractive? to me? well, yes. Amazing eyes, bad teeth, latinlike in a certain way, everything is about me, you know that way, holding my drink, getting my napkins, opening doors, like that. he held out his hand, he wanted to touch mine. We sat in front, on the sidewalk, across the street was a little Lyndon LaRouche campaign table in front of the grocery store. He said it still seemed strange to him to see people campaigning openly like that, free speech being free. We talked about Qadaffi and Ceausescu.

We walked to the park, a lot of history there. Makes me feel rooted i guess. He pulls me behind him and slips his hand in between our bodies to my breast. It feels tight and comfortable, clever. and i like the way his touch feels. But then, we're at a park, where there's not only kids but a history of public sex. So we walk more and talk.

He talks about being in the army in Romania, carrying big guns, they were empty. They gave them guns but no ammunition. He didn't say why.

He told me about a time when he was involved with a yoga/ tantra teacher. How his endurance developed to a point where he would last for four or five hours. then he couldn't orgazm, at all, then he had nightmares about demons or something like that. He felt he was playing with something beyond his control, and he stopped. that's what he said.

He kept touching me, trying to touch my breasts and sex. How do i feel about that? It irritated me, though i liked the feel and i can't help making noises like that, but it definitely irritated me. He said, "I understand, this is your neighborhood, where you live." He stopped. Then he wanted me to get in his car in the parking lot at the grocery store. For what? More semi-public semi-sex? We said goodbye.

I came home to my neighbor and her baby locked out of their apt by their drunk dad/ husband. We went for a walk and she talked. We came back and he'd opened the door and passed out.

I come inside and he'd called already. We talked a while, i told him about my neighbor. He said, "oh, my little lady." My girl calls me her "cute little lady." He wanted me to come to his house the next night. he wanted to sleep with his face in my neck.

That was a couple of weeks ago, I think. I lost count of the days and the times he's called me. I like him. But his teeth are bad. ?