I haven't had a normal sleep schedule for years, have I?
I think that my favorite part of a one-night stand is that moment as you're about to get naked when you both look at each other and silently recognize that neither of you has any real idea why you're doing this. Eyes lock and words fail. I mean, on some level you understand. Maybe you're trying to forget about the last person that broke your heart. Maybe he reminds you of someone you used to know. Maybe she'll help you feel like you're worth something. Maybe you're just a combination of drunk, horny and bored. Maybe it was love at first grope.
So, maybe you understand what it is that's driven you to look for sex with a stranger--but why? In that moment--eyes meeting in the dark and hands fumbling with buttons and belt buckles--it all seems so ridiculous. Your brain screams out for her body and the smell of her neck intoxicates you, but who the hell is she? This is silly. Oh dear, now we're naked. CONDOMS! Where? Yeah. Fumble, tear. Wrap wrap. Make sure to lose the packaging so that someone else can embarrass you by finding it later. Sex sex sex. Fuck fuck fuck. Hhhnnnnggg, orgasm. Maybe it was good? Maybe it wasn't. It was probably okay.
I wasn't looking for it, but more than once I accidentally fell in love this way. Each time it was half absurd and half wonderful.
I'm moving out of my house on 3rd ave. in a month. RIP Funk House. Feels like the end of an era, but I'm already crazy about the apartment I signed a fall lease for. If next year is half as exciting as this one, I'm going to be dead by November.
So, maybe you understand what it is that's driven you to look for sex with a stranger--but why? In that moment--eyes meeting in the dark and hands fumbling with buttons and belt buckles--it all seems so ridiculous. Your brain screams out for her body and the smell of her neck intoxicates you, but who the hell is she? This is silly. Oh dear, now we're naked. CONDOMS! Where? Yeah. Fumble, tear. Wrap wrap. Make sure to lose the packaging so that someone else can embarrass you by finding it later. Sex sex sex. Fuck fuck fuck. Hhhnnnnggg, orgasm. Maybe it was good? Maybe it wasn't. It was probably okay.
I wasn't looking for it, but more than once I accidentally fell in love this way. Each time it was half absurd and half wonderful.
I'm moving out of my house on 3rd ave. in a month. RIP Funk House. Feels like the end of an era, but I'm already crazy about the apartment I signed a fall lease for. If next year is half as exciting as this one, I'm going to be dead by November.