Dating

We walked out of the timeless space of the strip club, into the busy streets. Fifteen blocks later, we arrived at the hotel. “Ooh, fancy!” you said. “Only the best for you,” I joked. Our first tryst had been at…

In her words…. i was so excited for this date i love the elaborate construct “arrive here and wait for my text” i am happy to be somebodys plaything and make decisions so i show up and im wearing this…

You stood at the appointed spot, dressed as directed. I was consumed with other matters – couldn’t suitably appreciate your full, round breasts, your exquisite compliance with my requests. “I have some shit to resolve on my phone. Sit tight…

We walked into the dark bar. Neither of us was feeling especially revved for the date. We weren’t at our best. Still…. T looked phenomenal in a striped maxi-dress from American Apparel. I was in my usual jeans and t-shirt,…

The other night, I went to an event called “Poly Cocktails,” downstairs at a bar called “affaire.” I know it was downstairs, because upstairs, there was a campaign event for Corrine Narrasiguin, the socialist candidate to represent French citizens living…

Definitions: Slut: a person who sleeps with more people than I do. Slut: a person who sleeps with my friends, but not with me. Slut: a person who sleeps with more people than most. What’s your definition? Up above, on…

There’s a web site called “Seeking Arrangement.”  I mentioned it in passing in this previous post. On the front page of the web site, it defines “the Modern Sugar Daddy”: You are always respectful and generous. You only live once,…

“Do you think you’re a sociopath?” she asked. “No,” I replied, not having to think hard. And it’s true.  In all of my deepest, darkest, most dishonest years, it was vital to me that I believe the lie I told…

We stood in the back of the crowded bar.  We mused at how this kind of bar – a sort of faux-speakeasy, overflowing with attitude, and with a drinks menu featuring absinthe and autumn fruits and all sorts of other…

I’m sad. I’ve lost something I really value, with someone I really care about. Is it made harder or easier by the fact that it’s involuntary, that neither of us wants it to stop? I’m not sure. Her husband needs…