My last one night stand was a couple of years ago (that seems about right, my longtime readers will recall my mentioning that I have a horrible sense of time – I can’t always remember when things heppened – a year ago, two years, three years). We met at an upscale bar not far from my apartment. He was a couple years younger than me, but other than that just like all of the other guys I usually date: handsome, successful, smart, blah, bah, blah. And I wan’t looking for a boyfriend. I was a month or two out of relationship and not particularly interested in rushing into another one. So picking up some hot, younger guy in a bar didn’t seem like a bad idea. In fact, it seemed like exactly what I needed.
After a couple drinks he mentioned going back to his place and then mentioned where he lived. It was a (very nice) doorman building just a couple blocks from where we were and well, it was winter and cold and I did the quick safety calculation in my head – if he turned out to be a creep I’d rather not have him know where I lived (I don’t have a doorman) and he wouldn’t do anything to upset his precious neighbors like raping and killing me in the middle of the night as that would be noisy (yeah, I know, not necessarily…). So we went back to his place and everything was fine. That’s it, fine. For a guy who clearly spent hours each week in the gym (and yes, he looked great naked) he was pretty unimpressive in bed. Not bad. But just fne. If he were my boyfriend I would totally learn to live with it and not even complain and I’m sure we’d find ways to make it better together. But as a one night stand he was kind of a disappointment.
I got up and got dressed just as soon we were done (he asked me to stay, I declined) and he asked for my number. I gave it to him. I’m not sure why. OK, that’s a lie. At that moment I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t be interested in seeing him again.
Anyway, him called a couple of days later and I blew him off. When it comes to casual sex, fine isn’t good enough for me. If sex is all a guy has to offer me, it better be rock my world amazing, not just fine.
This is on my mind today because I’m in the midst of what promises to be a dry spell (I ended things with Mr. Potential right after New Year’s Eve and tha debaucle with The Musician a couple of weeks ago so doesn’t count as sex) and my fuck buddies are being unreliable – AGAIN. Too busy with work, travelling or dating someone or whatever. It’s an issue. I don’t like celibacy. Not one bit. And I don’t think it’s healthy for me.
Tags: casual sex, fuckbuddy, one night stand, sex