L.D. .......yeah it means something

Where to start........oh yes.....L.D. was really nice and we seemed to have alot in common so he came home with me. I honestly thought we could be friends and a little more......we get to my place and start the ritual....the kissing and the touching. Men want to see and feel the girls, so I'm usually the one with my shirt off first, things were moving along and interesting. Finally L.D. loses his pant and I get to see the man parts....nothing to get excited about just average and that's ok. But from all the touchy feely stuff he didn't have a hard-on (here again I should take a clue) He sits back on the couch and I get on my knees between his legs and play the trumpet. Now I'm not like a professional BJ giver but I do ok (I make the things happen that are supposed to happen). Now with L.D. I tried every trick I could think of and this man never got a
hard-on........hence the name L.D.----Limp Dick!!!! I'm just going and going and nothing is happening.......I thinkin what the hell!!! L.D. finally decides to tell me about 20 minutes or so of this and me freakin out in my mind that I'm doing it wrong that a couple of years ago he had prostrate cancer and had his prostrate remove. I thinkin ok I understand things like that happen but what does that mean???? He fesses up that he can't get a hard-on unless he gives himself a shot in his dick and the shot cost $45.00. Ok I can deal with that too, so where is the shot? ...............HE HAS NO SHOT!!!!! that means no hard-on......what the fuck did he think he was gonna do with me???? but oh no that isn't the only mishap with this man......while I'm going down on him tryin to figure out why he's not getting hard, he's thinks it's sexy and hot to rub my coochie with his big toe...........YES HIS FREAKIN BIG TOE!!!!! so you can just image what's going thru my mind not only am I freak cause I can't get him hard, I'm think what the fuck is he doing with his feet on me. No I didn't like it, didn't remotely turn me on, I just thinkin how the hell do I get these guys. All this is bad enough and for some reason I must have blocked out some of what happened because the next thing I really remember is sitting at the end of my couch (nude) and he is laying back on the other end of the couch with his legs kind of across my lap and he has fallen asleep. I'm thinkin I need to wake this man up and send him on his way. While he's sleeping all of a sudden he is twitching and jerking and making these funny noises. I just watching him thinkin OMG this guy better not be having a heart attack or be dying on my couch......naked no less. Finally I'm freakin enough from all the movements and noises that I'm tryin to wake him up.
He wakes up and I tellin him what happened ....he has restless leg syndrome.......I'm thinkin no hard-on, pussy foot fetish and restless leg.....OMG what else. He gets up to use the restroom and I jump up put my robe on, then sit in my chair (chair for one person chair) he come back to the living room , sit on the arm of my chair and wants to start stuff again........I like no fuckin way this is going anywhere else, so I tell him he needs to go home because he told me earlier he was traveling to North Carolina the next day. I got him out the door and turned the dead bolt lock just shaking my head thinking OMG how does this shit happen to me??? What the hell was he thinkin comin to my place knowing he wasn't gonna be able to get a hard-on, meanig no pussy and knowing I wasn't going to get any dick. What was he thinkin?? What goes thru a man's mind when you know you can't get a hard-on without a shot, you have no shot with you, your not gonna satisfy the woman your going home with.......what's the fuckin point. At this point between Itty Bitty and Limp Dick I don't think I want any man for a while.