The switch

What a major switch. In Fairbanks my best prospects were a man that we coined, "The Fungi". Now that I'm down at the lower 48, I was out with the man that I was dating Saturday night. A straight, married man came up to me, pointed at my date & said, "You could get a lot of money for that one."

bah

OK, the one night stand is going to remain a one night stand. I can't handle the drama of trying to set up a booty call with a man who does not own a cell phone. It turns into this long process which starts to resemble dating. I don't want to date him, I just want to fuck him.

From now on, I will check for a cell phone before even entertaining the possibility of sex.

technical difficulties

Wait, why did I hook up with a man who doesn't own a cell phone? That's ridiculous in this day and age. Plus, right now I really want to text him and tell him to come over. This lack of communication is not conducive to a booty call.

the game show edition

I told the host I wanted to use one of my lifelines, and I went with "Fuck a Friend." It was better than asking the audience. Turns out that he was quite the dirty talker. In fact, he put my dirty talking to shame. Totally worth it, even though I am now covered with bruises and bite marks.

I'm glad to have finally found a man who is willing to be the aggressive one.