D8 PROFILE: The Italian Jockey aka Mr. Pussy Podcast S1, E106

Ok so he is starting out interesting ladies. Doesn’t provide a recent pic of himself, so I decide to meet him IRL (In Real Life). OMG (Oh My God), dude is 5’2 and 120lbs, the size of a Jockey. I am 4” taller than him at 5’6 and as I’ve stated am a brick shit house, so I have 100lbs on him. This would be ok if we switched bodies I am thinking. So, I’m not really feeling it as I don’t think he can physically handle me and frankly I’m worried his DICK is proportionate to his overall body size. So, he begins to pour it on thick to convince me. Telling me how he loves to go down on women for hours. So, I tell him he sounds like Mr. Pussy from the SEX and the City episode. He goes into details on this point and says he’s got a package to beat up the pussy as well. I always say, if you can’t beat it up you better eat it up; but it’s preferred that you DO BOTH WELL.

So, I decide WTH (What The Hell), I am evolved and you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. I invite him over for a porch HH (Happy Hour). He proceeds to come over for the next 3 days in a row. I kissed him once and it was ok. So, I say, I want to see you, but I don’t want to always be in the position of hosting. Why aren’t you hosting? Are you married?? What’s up?? He says then that he lives with his Uncle and wanted to move back to NYC when the pandemic broke out and now can’t go due NYC being a virus hotspot.  We have words about him sort of lying by omission regarding his height, living situation. Again, I decide to give it a chance. It’s a pandemic. I’m lonely. He comes over and did both beat it up and eat it up surprisingly………. but as I have 100 on him the “beat-up” was a little on the light force side, I’d say it was more of a pat down lol. Then this fucker gets up to leave immediately after SEX saying he needs to check on his uncle?????? Uh beg me 2 F U then you are ready to hit and quit it so soon?? PISSED. I said, “take a good look at this ass so you can kiss it goodbye!”

He blows up my text while I’m on the couch with the GG (Greek God) (see next story) and of course I am unavailable to answer.  I get home late from my time with GG and go to bed. 1 AM my ring doorbell starts ringing madly. It’s the Italian Jockey UNINVITED. I don’t answer. PISSED.

The next day the Jockey blows me up telling me Mr. Pussy needs another shot at my pussy. UH NO. You shoulda stayed and got more the night before Mr. P.  I decide to tell him he had FUCKED UP and he wasn’t gonna FUCK ME again anytime soon.

HE BLOWS A GASKET.

He tells me that I am weird, crazy, a lousy lay and should seek immediate mental health services!!!!!! REALLY??!!! I am thinking Mr. P should look in the mirror and take his own good advice. I do not respond to the cray tirade.