Sex Alert #3 - Wine lover encore

I love this whole text messaging thing. Very cool way of passive-aggressive interaction. So in the midst of the storage unit drama, I get a text from last Sunday Night’s Delight wanting a repeat. I figured what the hell. When dick comes a’ knocking, what else am I to say?

 So he comes over for a repeat performance. And I do mean repeat performance. It followed the previous visits routine move for move. I was less man-hungry this time so I was able to sit back and marvel a bit that other than leaving out the rimming, it was the SAME EXACT SEX ACTS in THE SAME ORDER. What’s that about???!?? And should I add the part that the entire thing was over in FIFTEEN MINUTES!! I was not enthused.

He hung around for takeout and we spent a few hours having a challenging intellectual conversation. If only his bedroom skills were as stimulating.

Oh well, he has a boyfriend so I don’t have to worry about him coming knocking too often. He’s a really nice guy but COME ON, fifteen minutes? That’s the oldest cliche in the book. I could understand it if we were doing it in an alley or in an airplane loo. I’d spent more time lighting candles and doing my hair.