Gone Fishing

The usual texts throughout the day with Mason. Get online later and he and Pella are both there. Mason instantly shoots me a quick message even though we were just texting probably 20 minutes prior. He's cute like that. Something about seeing Pella on there annoys me. I wait for him to write me. He doesn't. One might think that I couldn't possibly be needing any more attention than I am getting from Mason. And this is true. Mason is giving me the perfect amount of attention. Couldn't ask for more...from him. But Pella on the other hand isn't giving me squat. I know, I know...this is where I always get myself into trouble. I should learn by now to just let it lie, right? Well, I haven't. I'm annoyed by his lack of interest. After about 15 minutes I send him a message. It takes him another 15 to write back. This makes me more determined. We chat and it's flat and boring. Nothing like my talks with Mason. Hell, I have better conversations with my shampoo bottle in the shower. Finally I tell him to take care and I'll see him around. He finally picks up on my annoyance and asks what's wrong. I tell him I'm not used to such a lack of interest. He asks why I think he's not interested. Whatever, dude. He quickly apologizes for being a dud and says he's just tired and he would like to see me again soon. I tell him I'm pretty much booked up for the next three weeks but we'll see what we can work out. I promptly log off and call Mason. We talk for almost two hours while on the phone, I decide to do a little fishing.

Mason has been a perfect gentlemen since day 1. Never making any bold or brash comments, bringing up sex, asking questions about sex or eluding to the fact he may be trying to obtain or use me for sex. Nothing. It's refreshing but the player in me is starting to get a little worried. Am I going all the way up there this weekend for nothing? Not that I plan to roll him the first night I meet him but I'm hoping he at least attempts to bust a move of some sort. A kiss or make out session would be nice. My head begins swimming with fears that he just wants a friend or wants to wait for marriage to be with someone like that again or he's secretly gay. I mean, he did receive a picture of me that yes, it showed my eyes, but was purposely a wonderful cleavage shot. He never mentioned a word about the boobs. He went on and on about how amazing my eyes were and my beautiful face. Ok, you're a man. I know you saw the boobs. I sometimes make little sexual inuendos and he laughs wholeheartedly but never returns with anything or gives me a clue into what his intentions are with me physically. I'm throwing out the five star bait and he's not biting. What the frick?