Weirdest. End. Of. Night. Ever.

After the 2ND blowie, she says, "Do you have any condoms?"

Of course, at this point I laugh and say, "We're not having sex"

What the fuck? I feel a certain pang of regret and guilt immediately after saying this.

Me: "You just blew me TWICE, I'm not having any sex"
RR: "You don't think you could get it up for just a minute?"
Me: *stunned silence* "Is this really how you want to lose it?"
RR: "No...you could just put it in once, I just want to know what it feels like"
Me: "No, we're not doing it"

She then proceeded to get dressed again and tried to leave sort of fast-ish. I had to slow her down just so that I could walk her out.

There were a few things that I left out. I mean, right before she went down the second time, I had my hand in a particularly tender place on her body, OVER her jeans. She mentioned maybe doing her (oral, I guess?) tonight, but rehashed the whole worried about how she'll compare with my exes thing. She also was worried about me thinking she was gross etc etc, and whatever. So I said, "maybe we should just wait until you're all groomed and showered and whatever" which she responded to with, "but I want it," which was promptly followed with more hee-hawin and anxiety. Then she went down on me before letting me know whether or not she was gonna have a go. THEN we had the above conversation.

What.
The.
Fuck...?

This girl is weird as hell.

Oh, but dinner was amazing. I'm great at cooking some stuff.