Delia answers after half a minute:no, YOURE beautiful.
Delia:Last lecture of the weekend, then a dinner party which I’d rather stab myself in the eyeballs than attend, and then I catch my flight and drive home and finally see you.
Me:good conference, though?
Delia:Meh. Never really get much out of it, but the networking is important. Some new ideas coming out, updates to code, new products. Boring as hell, and I’m one of the only women here, and the youngest person of either gender by at least twenty years. So that’s fun. I’ve been hit on at least six times, outright propositioned twice, and I can’t count the number of times and different ways I’ve been dismissed, ignored, or otherwise treated with suspicion, because why would a 30yr old female be at a conference for construction executives.
Me:I’m sorry you’re experiencing that. You deserve better.
Delia responds with an eye-roll emoji and a crying laughing one.
Delia:Like it’s new? It’s what every woman experiences, in every profession, no matter her age, appearance, experience, or credentials.
Me:Oh. Still shitty.
Delia:true, it is. But I’m used to it—I just don’t put up with it.
Delia:On to more pressing matters. Have you been a good boy, Matthais?
Me:I have. Been keeping busy, so I don’t have time to think about you too much. Because if I think about you too much, I’ll start thinking about things that’ll get me in trouble.
Delia:So what you’re saying is, keeping your promise has been HARD?
Me:so hard it hurts. Literally.
Delia:Wait, blue balls is a real thing?
Me:Absolutely. Well not literally. They don’t turn actually blue but they do start to ache.
Me:full transparency here, this is my first experience w it, bc this is the longest I’ve ever gone. Intense dislike. 0/10 do not recommend. But…I have no doubt it’ll be more than worth it.
Delia:wait, for real? Three days? You’ve never gone longer than three days without sex?
Me:Not without sex, without self-relief. If you know what I mean.
Delia:Oh. So just curious, and don’t need details and you can choose not to answer. But how long is the longest you’ve gone without actual sex?
Me:Well, that depends on your definition. Without any sexual contact of any kind? Or without actual SEX sex.
Delia:Both, I guess. I’m just curious.
Me:Coming back to River Gulch is the answer to both. My last hookup, which means any contact of either definition was about two, maybe three weeks before I got the news about your dad and the company and the will. I’m not gonna call it a breakup bc it wasn’t that, but I ended things with someone. And then I was just kinda busy with looking into investments and such, traveling, whatever. And TBH, the thing I ended sort of marked the end of an era, where I was hooking up just for the sake of the physical connection. I was just tired of it. Like I was tired of wasting my life, as we’ve previously talked about. So then I heard the news and Dell called me to meet for drinks so he could complain about unfair it all was, and he made the offer and I shocked both of us by taking it, and came back to RG. And until the thing happened with you in your house, I hadn’t had anything with anyone since I ended things with Destiny. Long answer I guess but the truth.
Me:You?
Delia:haha months. Not as long as a whole year, but close. I think eight months?
Me:damn. And that doesn’t include solo sex?
Delia:No, I, um, fly solo regularly, let’s just say. Flown solo more than I hook up with others throughout most of my life. Basically, when I get tired of my own company and my vibrator, I go on the hunt for a date.
Me:Tell me if I’m prying, and I’ll shut up. But follow up questions, here: are you typically a second date girl? Third? More? And when you go on the hunt for a date, what does that mean? I honestly just want to know these things about you.
Delia:rather personal questions, here, Mr. Bristow.*winky face emoji*Four dates minimum before a new guy can get to what a high schooler would call home base. If it’s someone I already know and have been on dates with, it’s different. Going on a hunt for someone new usually means going down to SF. I have a little network of people I wouldn’t necessarily call good or close friends, but people I know and can meet for drinks. They usually have friends, cousins, brothers, or co-workers they can bring along. So then it goes: drinks with friends in SF—>new guy—>date—>hookup.
Delia:What about you? How do you find your hookups? I’ve always sort of pictured it as you going to a bar, choosing the best-looking girl there, and crooking your finger at her. Then bam, her panties fall off, and you’re in like Flynn.
Me:you have a clear idea of what you think my game is like, clearly. Haha
