Last night I had to make the very difficult decision to euthanize a pet (lest anyone worry that I euthanize animals for non-legitimate reasons, he was very very old). Even though I had been preparing myself for years that this date would eventually come, it’s no less sad when it does…
So tonight I decided to just get out of my own head for a bit. I’d been messaging this guy who seemed completely on the same page as me about sex over the weekend. Normally I meet guys out for a drink or two and then make a decision. Tonight I just invited him over. Pretty much within 3-4 minutes, we were both naked.
The sex was good. My bed is soaked (again). Was it the best sex I’ve ever had? No. And there probably is potential there for some really good sex. Certainly the fact we barely spoke before having sex (well, barely spoke in person) was less hot to me than some anticipation building. But I just really wanted that distraction and release. And he was good enough that I got it, despite the kind of weird feeling of “have we said more than a sentence to each other?” as we’re both getting off.
Sometimes sex is just a release. And that’s all it is.
And despite popular culture references to the contrary, I maintain that it is much healthier than half a bottle of wine.
Will I see this guy again? He asked if I’d like to see him again before he left. And I said yes. And meant it. And he seemed to be asking a genuine question. So I’d say there is a good chance I’ll see him.
I suppose if I do, he’ll need a nickname. I’ll work on that…