((number sixty-four)) it's Biblical how fucked my sleep can be
The only guys I have ever attracted are the ones who propel me further into the thought that being asexual is the way to go. A man checked into the hotel last Friday and I thought nothing of it, he was just another guest. Sunday night he came in and tells me he came down looking for me after 11 on Friday to ask if I wanted to go out. Immediately I cringed but managed a "aw, that's so sweet of you". It seemed sort of harmless until he started talking about "hooking up" and asked more than once if I wanted to come up to his room after 11. I then started throwing out all the excuses I could think of except for my usual "I'm married". I don't even know why I didn't go for the gold with that one, it slipped my mind I guess. This guy continues to talk and I do my best to steer the awkward conversation away from opportunities for invitations. Mr. Smooth then tells me he used to have long hair and scraggly beard. Mmm babe heaven. Seriously, did this guy think he was impressing me? Creeped out more and more by the second, at his last offer I told him I had laundry to go home and do. You would think that one might get the hint after someone chooses spot treating and washing clothes over you. This guy was obviously extra dense. Being asexual might not be all that bad. I won't have to worry about impressing anyone or waiting for a guy to call. All of my stories about skeevy guy encounters could probably be made into a book. Who wants in on this? If there isn't a book about this then there should be.