We made progress...

then we regressed.

Superbowl Sunday [[GEAUX SAINTS! WHO DAT?!]] Cowboy and I hung out and watched the game with friends. Afterwards we end up hanging out with My Gay for a bit and then I go to take him home, he says he's got to pee halfway there so we pull over in a parking garage in The Woodlands. We park on the top and I turn the car off so he can wander off and pee. I'm texting My Gay when Cowboy slips back into the car, grabs my phone out of my hands and starts kissing me hard. He's groping me and calling the shots and I L I K E IT. His hand's down my pants, my hand's down his pants and he's as on top of me as my car will allow. He sits back and says "get in this seat now." In the tone he said it I swear I went weak in the knees a bit, so I scrambled to do what he said. He bent me over the seat and went to town. We finished up, made out, and fooled around a little more. I'm still sore. Haha but I took him home after, and he kept alternating between saying what he'd do to me next time, and how beautiful I was.
I haven't seen him since. He's been texting me and calling me pretty much treating me like a girlfriend, but I'm not the relationshit type and I've told him as much. For more info on why Cowboy is dead in the water, see VD.