Bear Naked Birthday

I was in Buenos Aires, drunk as a skunk, for my birthday this year. It was actually a great birthday, best ever. At midnight we opened a bottle of Cristal. I made sweet love to a Argentine woman all night. That morning my buddies and I rented a boat and cruised the coast of Argentina for a few hours, and in the afternoon we took a private jet to a party in Punta del Este, Uruguay. Yes, it was a very good birthday.

When I got back to DC Bear called me and said she wanted to bring over my birthday present. We decided on last Tuesday evening at 8pm. At around 8:30 there was a knock at the door so I went downstairs to answer it. My front door is glass, and as I came down the steps there was Bear wearing nothing but a sexy bra and matching thong (not even a coat, and it was freezing out), holding a bundle of balloons in one hand and a cupcake with a candle in it in the other. As I opened the door and she walked in I saw about 5 cars creeping up and down the road watching. I think Bear's stunt elevated my status with the neighbors, who also caught the show.

This is cool Bear.

Not so cool Bear showed up last Saturday night.

When Bear heard that there was a troupe of Argentine girls hanging out with us in BA, and how much money we spent, she assumed that we were blowing lines of coke of off them all week. This couldn't be further from the truth. First of all, none of us do drugs. We're all very health conscious, and barely take asprin (a bottle of vodka a day each is OK though...). Secondly, there was very little hooking up, we were just having a good time, it was all good clean fun. I can understand her concern, but really Bear and I aren't much more than friend's with benefits. I am Mr. Nowhere, for God's sake!

On Saturday night Bear and I got some drinks downtown. We talked for a long time and had fun as always. At about 11pm we left and went back to my place. We had normal sex, and by normal, I mean "Bear Normal", which involves lots of hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk, and other shenanigans. However, afterwards Bear started asking questions about my past relationships. Have I ever said "I love you" to anyone, has anyone ever said it to me. Has anyone ever said it to me when I didn't feel the same way....

It was almost 1am. I was exhausted, and not in the mood to have a conversation, certainly not this conversation. I think Bear's plan was to get a few drinks in me, wear me down with head and great sex, a long backrub, give me just enough time to become coherent again and then pound me with questions. I think the FBI has it all wrong, waterboarding isn't the way to go. If the FBI used Bear's technique Guantanamo Bay would be closed and Bin Laden would be in jail. Give those prisoners this treatment and they'll tell you if they wear ladies underwear.

Sorry, got sidetracked there.

I answered a few questions. I didn't object to the questions, only to the timing. If Bear wanted to have a discussion about my history she had all through dinner to do so, she was trying to punish me for something. I would say around question number ten I rolled over and fell fast asleep. Fifteen minutes later I heard high heels walking around my bedroom floor. I opened my eyes and there was Bear, fully dressed, saying goodnight. She was mad that I went to sleep and said she was leaving. I think she was bluffing, because if she really wanted to just leave she didn't need my permission, she knew where the door was. Not one to stand in the way of a woman who has made up her mind, I got out of bed opened the front door and locked it after she left.

Bear and I are going to meet up Thursday night, I think I am going to cut her loose. She obviously has feelings for me that I don't have for her, and things will never work out.