THREE MONTHS BACK
Height: 6’2. Lean
First impression: Drop dead gorgeous
Age: 4 years younger
I met Ashton at the club right before I met FINNIGAN. He appeared out of no where, chatted Christy and I up, took some photos together and disappeared soon after he was turned down for a threesome. Yes, I have no intention of having a threesome unless it involved two hot brothers, preferably twins!
Ashton is so gorgeous, he is seriously to die for. His messy straight dirty blonde hair, very blue, adorable puppy eyes, a lean body with gorgeous abs and a smile that would melt you like butter on hot toast. I wish I could post his pictures up and have you people drool and nod in agreement. He was after all an Abercrombie & Fitch model in the past who modelled for various other stuff.
Every time my guy friends saw Ashton at the club, they’d nudge me to look only to have me shake my head. I already know him and we have been occasionally chatting on Facebook so why bother wasting valuable party time.
At that point I was actively F-ing my then F-Bud AARON and did not prioritize Ashton’s booty calls. He was going to be in KL for a long time after all, so why rush? Eventually we stopped talking or acknowledging one another in the club.
Height: 5’8. Lean
First impression: Decent
Age: 4 years younger
I was out on a Thursday night when I met Ray. We talked, made out, exchanged numbers and next thing I know, we were chatting all day and night.
Saturday morning, I sent Ray a photo of me at a pool party with my mates.
Him: I showed your photo to my friend and he says he’s seen you before but he can’t remember where
Me: Who’s your friend? That’s not a good thing. Send me his photo!
That really can’t be good. I went into panic mode! Earlier that day, I stalked Ray on Facebook and it turns out that he was mutual friends with ETHAN and Ashton. Not good at all!
Him: *sends a photo of Ashton*
Me: Oh him! He was trying to pick my friend up last night. Yeah, I remember him!
I was just glad Ashton did not tell Ray all about our chats and failed booty calls attempts.
That night at the club, Ray introduced us. Ashton gave me the all-knowing smile when he shook my hands.
Me: I heard you don’t remember me..
Him: I do.. *winks*
Ashton disappeared while Ray and I danced, talked and made out for the rest of the night.
I’ll leave Ray’s story for another post or this would never end. Ashton was on the agenda as soon as I was done with Ray.
Long story short, Ray and I made plans to meet up the following days but it never happened till Wednesday where we went on a proper dinner date.
During dinner however, Ray mentioned that Ashton was leaving the country for good in 4 days! Say whhaaaatttt??
All I could think of was; F!! It is now or never! If I don’t do it, I am going to regret this for life!
Considering Ray did not show any more interest in me, I took at as a cue that I was free to F his friend. I couldn’t see him as someone I could date in the long run AND we weren’t dating. We only went on ONE date.
Ashton was online on Facebook and I stared at his name for the longest time before I decided that I had nothing to lose if I texted him.
Me: Heard you’re leaving KL already. Pity we never got to hang out!
Him: Yeah I know 🙂 Time pass by so fast. What are you doing?
Me: Like right now?
Me: Nothing. Had an appointment but it was cancelled. You at work?
Him: No, had my last day yesterday. Wanna hang out?
Me: I don’t mind. Have got nothing to do right now. Where do you have in mind?
Him: Cool. I was thinking of hanging by the pool. Wanna meet here?
Wow that was easy! I didn’t have to initiate a thing. I guess it was pent up from all the previous failed booty calls.
I was at his place within the hour.
I really did change into a bikini in hopes of jumping into the pool but it was about to rain when I arrived so we naturally went straight in to his place. It’s about time I stopped being naive about ‘hanging at the pool‘.
Had a smoke at the balcony and as soon as we entered the room, Ashton locked the door. It was then that I realize we weren’t going anywhere near the pool *pffttt*
Him: Let’s have a hot shower!
Me: What? No!
Him: *drags me into the shower and undresses me* Too late!
Man Ashton’s naked body was a little too much on the scrawny side for my liking but what hung below the belt was quite a sight!
Me: *pushes him off as he kissed me* Now that we’re naked and wet, can we get back inside?
Him: *puts a towel on me and pushes me on the bed*
Ashton wasn’t a pleaser. He was a F-er.
I have always said that there are two types of men; The pleaser and the F-er. The pleaser would do anything and everything to your satisfaction while the F-er just wants to F till he finishes with no regards for your satisfaction.
With Ashton, it was quantity over quality. We F-ed a total of three times within the hour and each F lasted a mere 5 minutes? It’s just cause he’s so blardy gorgeous and huge that the sex was borderline satisfactory. Seriously, anything smaller and I’d have written it off as awful sex.
I was honestly disappointed. Ashton could be seen picking up girls all the time and for someone who F’s that much, that was some serious lack of performance.
Oh and a friend of AARON actually F-ed Ashton and described it as “OMG I’m telling you, he was AMAZING!” the day after. I was on the bed with Aaron when he showed me the text from his friend. Is my benchmark standard for good sex too high or was he just off form today? *shrugs*
Then the drama began..
Him: So you know Ray too?
Me: Yeah. Met him last week.
Him: You told him I was trying to take your friend home.
Me: Yeah you were. You don’t remember?
Him: *laughs* No I don’t. Look.. I’m talking to him on Facebook!
Me: I’m not here..
Him: Oh really? *types – Guess who’s here?*
Me: *jumps on his back and tickles him* No! Seriously.. No!
Him: *giggles, laughs and types – T*
Me: No please, it’s not funny.. DON’T! *quietly* I was out with him last night..
Him: *moment of silence and shock* You were out with Ray? Like on a date?
Me: Well.. we had dinner..
Him: F! Now I feel bad!
Me: No. It’s nothing. We didn’t do anything, we didn’t F. I texted him today and he sent me short replies.
Him: Oh.. THAT F-ER!! He was supposed to come out with me and he told me he was sick! *proceeds to type a super long text to Ray in Danish*
After a whole lot of his whining bout his lost phone, how Ray bailed on him and that his housemate was home while I played with his hair like a doll, I left.
Ashton walked me to the lift and hugged me goodbye.
“If I don’t see you this weekend, all the best!”
Even with the bad traffic home, it was worth it. I had wanted Ashton for months and at the very least I got a taste of him albeit such time constraint right before he’s leaving. I would probably have continued to take my own sweet time if he wasn’t going anywhere. I wish he stayed though. Ashton is such a knock out, I could sit and stare at him for hours!
VERDICT: Things are not always as they seem. Some guys may have a different chic on their bed every night but that does not mean the performance would be on par. Now that’s the difference between the pleasers and the F-ers!