Was at a show a couple weeks ago and this pretty cute girl comes up to me and offers to buy me a drink. After almost saying no, I rethought my decision and accepted. Ended up hanging out at a couple bars the rest of the night, made out for a while. I'm getting ready to head out, ask if she wants to come back to my place. She has work in the morning, cool, I head out back home. Within 2-3 minutes she texts "come pick me up". So I turn around to what I thought was going to be me picking her up and heading to my house. Wrong.
I show up to the address she gave and call to let her know I'm there. She tells me to come in. I go inside and it's this gay couple's place and everyone was cooking vegan food and drinking vodka. I said fuck it, when in rome. So I drink some vodka and I'm dancing in the living room with her and the gay dudes to some gaga and other various awful music. after maybe an hour or so she leads me outside to my car and we start hooking up. She immediately grabs for my dick and just starts going for it, she really knew her way around a shaft. I'm kinda on top of her in the front seat, trying to decide if I wanna try and fuck in the front seat or just let this girl give me the full tug. I decide to opt for the full tug and nut all over this girls shirt. surprisingly, she's not even bummed and wants to hang out again.
So she texts me the next day wanting to hang out again that night. I agree, she changes her mind, I agree again. A couple hours later she hits me up for my address saying she's coming now over but I need to make it quick. Ok. At this point it's maybe 2 or 3 in the afternoon. She shows up around 3:30-4 and we head straight to my bedroom. I am pretty much dead sober, so awkward as they come. We're hooking up and get naked and I go to put a condom on and could not get past 45% erect. Put out a piss poor performance. I tried to get round 2 going but was completely flaccid. I got nervous this girl was so willing to just hop in bed, plus my anxiety with new people is x100 without some sort of buzz. After a few minutes of realizing it wasn't going to happen she gets up and starts putting her clothes on. I offer her a ride, she accepts and that's that.
I chalk it up to a loss, you live and learn. Don't do booty calls at 4 in the afternoon. Then I get a text from her, "was it me?" I tell her no, I just get anxious and was nervous. she says "be honest" and starts guffing me about not telling her the truth and blah blah blah. thats when I stopped responding.