Oral sex. Some people are givers, some are takers. Apparently this doesn't work out so well. I have girlfriends come to me all the time, complaining that their boyfriends, or the men they are sleeping with, just expect to receive without reciprocating. I get the same complaint from my friends that are males. So, what's going on here? I don't think either sex is a notorious receiver or giver. I say, you give a little, you take a little, eh...everyone's happy.

If you want to please a girl it's simple - find her clitoris and stay there. You can deviate for a little, but focus if you want to be an oral sex God! 

Luckily I've had good luck in the oral sex department. I find men who know what they are doing down there and like doing it. I tend to date older men, so maybe that contributes to the fact that they are enthusiastic and quite skilled. Whatever the reason, I've learned that if I'm generous, I usually get something enjoyable in return. 

This past week I went on a date with a giver, who I amply refer to as the Giver. The Giver is my favorite date by far this year, or at least this month. He is an older male, quite older than I am actually, but that only adds to his charm. I worked for him at my last job. If I saw him on the street without knowing him, I really wouldn't look twice, but there is something to be said for the overwhelming attraction that can be found in authority figures. Normal looking people become hot when they become my boss, or at least I think they do. 

We had flirted for quite some time. I thought it was just a playful game the two of us liked to play when we passed each other in the hallway. I would purposely find reasons to drop into his office almost as much as he would make up excuses to call me in. We toyed with each other for about a month, but nothing ever happened between us other than the innocent brushing of skin a couple times in the elevator. I left the job for a better one and didn't think I'd hear from him again. I was dissapointed but I got over it. 

A couple days after I quit he called to invite me to be his date to a company party. I thought it was a little sketch, but he assured me that because I was no longer an employee, there wouldn't be a problem. So, I went. 

The party was at a restaurant down the street from where I worked. I wore a new, sleeveless red dress and killer Moschino black and red stilettos. I usally don't get nervous before dates but the entire situation was a little ridiculous. He was kind of an "unreal" figure for me. He was my boss who I'd had a work crush on for quite a while. I couldn't imagine seeing him outside of work and the thought was freaking me out and getting me way too excited. 

Expecting to drown myself in liquid courage, I took a cab and met him outside around nine-ish. He looked amazing in jeans and a button-down, since I had never seen him in anything but a suit. He grabbed my arm and led me into the party.  

Work parties are awkward. You see your coworkers at work everyday and don't realize they have a life outside of their cubicles until you see them at your company party, drunk, hair a mess, slurring their words and hitting on each other. 

The Giver and I glided through the party and straight to the bar, avoiding all of the stares shooting in our direction. I didn't mind them and I liked that he didn't either. We downed a couple extra dirty martinis, two olives, and hit the dance floor.  

I think the alcohol gave him some serious moves as he twisted and turned, gripping my waist and twirling me around. We danced until we were sweating and a little delirious from all of the martinis and champagne. Everyone, and I mean everyone at the party was staring at us.  This seemed to fuel the dirty dancing even more. At one point he dipped his head down to my knees and slid his hands up the sides of my thighs.  

Around midnight he pulled me off the dance floor and outside for some fresh air. Our clothes were sticking to us and it was getting to be unbearably hot inside. 

"Let's get out of here," he said. When we got passed the front door, he went for it. He leaned in, pushed my hair away from my face and kissed me. In one word, amazing. Soft lips, no scruff on the chin and just the right amount of pressure. Hands down, top five best kisser of my life as a serial dater. 

After he pulled away, I didn't say a word. I moved out from under him and went to get a taxi.  We stood on the corner for ten minutes to no avail. We called the taxi company I had used earlier but was told the wait would be anywhere from half an hour to an hour before someone came to get us.  

When I told the Giver the news he didn't seem disappointed. Instead, he grabbed my arm and started leading me down the street. I had no idea where we were going but I went with it.  After a block I saw our destination. There was a Doubletree hotel just up a couple more blocks to the right.  

I must say it was ballsy. Taking me to a hotel on our first semi-date was a little presumptuous, but it wasn't like we were strangers. We walked in, he got us a suite and that was it; as if it was an everyday occurance to get a hotel room when you're not on vacation.  

When we got to the room we couldn't get our clothes off fast enough. Instead of lying there waiting for me to make the first move, he did. Let's just say he knew exactly what to do and where to do it. With the Giver, oral sex was not just foreplay, it was the main event. I was so pleased with his performance I felt compelled to one-up him with one of my own, but when I tried to recipricate he insisted that I relax and enjoy a second time around before he let me touch him for the first time. Wow. Honestly when we finished, I couldn't feel my legs.

We both hung around in bed for a couple hours before leaving. I needed the time to regain circulation in the lower half of my body and I think he just wanted to cuddle. I was in shock for two reasons: I totally just slept with my boss and he did things with his tongue that should be illegal. No matter how hot and skilled he was in bed, I still have intimacy issues and didn't want to spend the entire night with him. 

I told him I had to get up early the next day to interview a source for a story so he got us a cab and dropped me off at my place. He kissed me goodnight and told me what must have been 10 times what an amazing night he had. Him? What about the mindblowing amazing night I had? I went to bed content and itching to see him again. 

I know there is much more to him than the oral sex bit but I must say it does kind of make him a keeper. I don't know if this is a "valid" reason to continue to date someone but I'm seriously considering it.