Why Would I Lie About That?

An odd thing happened between One Ball and I. Things went a bit weird this morning, before he left, and I still don’t really understand what happened. He accused me of lying about something. And honestly, why would I lie about that?

Let’s start at the beginning.

So, last night/early hours of this morning, I woke up… horny and wet. There was a man – my boyfriend – lying beside me in bed, and he’d always told me to just “hop on” if I ever felt like it. So, I rolled over and started kissing his chest. I prefer my men awake when I fuck them, you know?

He responded in a positive way: groaned a little, shifted, and had the stirrings of an erection.

Awesome, I thought to myself. Dick time.

I shuffled a little further down the bed and slowly peeled down his boxers, kissing and trailing my tongue up and down his dick…

Then, he batted me away and rolled over. Okay, that’s fine, consent is important. I didn’t have consent; therefore, I didn’t continue. Eventually, I fell back to sleep.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” I told him, once ‘real’ morning came around and my alarm went off for work.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“When I… tried to… you know…”

He frowned. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

I filled him in on all the details: I tried to wake him up to fuck him, and he batted me away. No negativity, no judgment, just what happened plus an apology.

“Are you lying?” he asked.

“Why would I lie about that?” I answered.

OB lost it, called me a liar, told me it never happened, and I was just trying to make him feel bad. He would never have batted me away if I tried to have sex with him. Etc etc.

I think I was the most confused I’ve ever been in my life – and I get confused a lot so that’s saying something. In the end, I apologised once more, agreed that I’d “probably dreamed it instead,” and we parted ways.

The argument left such a sour taste in my mouth. Firstly, I might tell the odd little white lie from time to time, but why the fuck would I lie about that? Why? Where’s the logic behind it?

Secondly, what the actual fuck was/is his problem? Why did he react like that? I wasn’t pissed off about it… so why was he? I don’t understand what I said to rile him up so much, and when I tried to ask him about it, he cut me straight off. I’d pissed him off enough, apparently.

We’re not going to see each other for four weeks now, so I’m not impressed that we left things on such a shitty note.

Not that we ever actually had one, but we are most definitely out of the honeymoon stage, folks. Most, most definitely.

The next post in the dating timeline is this one: Itchy Feet.