Yes–I’m getting right down to business with that title, because today I had some really amazing sex my friends.
As I previously discussed, I was unsure about writing about my sexcapades (n. pl., sexual escapades) on here, but you won’t judge me, will you, dearest weblog reader? (Still hoping my mother isn’t reading this because lord knows she would judge the shit out of me.)
Anyway, the part of the city where I am teaching happens to be very close to my former booty call’s place of work. I hadn’t seen him in probably around a year (since we were both seeing other people) and I decided to give him a call to see if he wanted to meet for lunch and catch up. And catch up, we did.
It turns out that the girlfriend didn’t work out and he is single again. Well, after lunch he invited me to his office for tea, claiming that he wanted a distraction from a stressful deal. As usually tends to happen with him and I, one thing led to another, and we got busy, and it was amazing.
I hate to say this, as the notion really pains me because it goes against my idealistic view of the world, but I have yet to find someone I click with sexually the way I do with him…our sex is so good. So. Good. The reason it pains me though is that other than sexually, we are not on the same page–hell, we’re not even in the same book.
I also cannot believe I had sex with him in his office! Just call me Slutty McSlutslut.
However it worked out amazingly well for me because a) I needed to have sex very badly (it had been a very long time), and b) I am not going to get busy with Mr. Martini (for several reasons).
I finally feel like I can think clearly again without having sex on the brain all the time! I probably would not have done it had I not been in such dire need.
To people who question whether or not booty call relationships can remain purely sexual, I am here to tell you that it is quite easy if you aren’t all that crazy about the person. Booty Call is a good guy and a dear friend, but not someone I’d ever date (which is something I learned very shortly into our relationship).
Although he is a PERFECT booty call because in addition to his major skills in the lady-pleasing department, he has a CAR-AZY HOT body. Literally. Just looking at him makes me want to rip his clothes off. Ironically though, this is also a reason why I could not date him, because although I value health and clearly deeply enjoy his body, I also know how much time he spends at the gym and not only would I be annoyed to date someone who would do that, but I’d also have to question whether or not they were excessively shallow/vain (which he clearly is).
I do love his bod though.
It’s kind of funny because I didn’t really intend to have things unfold the way that they did, I actually just wanted to grab lunch, but I get the sneaking suspicion that he took it as a mid-day booty call; which is weird because our lunch was very friendly and he actually opened up to me a lot more than he has traditionally (homeboy is having some lady trouble) and after we got down he said he “wished we could cuddle” because “he’s missed me” and “hoped we could start hanging out again.” Evidently, his ex-girlfriend really burned him.
Of course, I was pleased at the prospect of having a booty call again–for the record, I call him Booty Call because he’s the only booty call I have ever had (despite evidence to the contrary, I am not a floozy), and he has been my BC for several years. And I love him for it. And for the things he does to me. :-)
That said I’m not sure I’m into the casual sex thing anymore–it was fun when I was in college, and certainly convenient, but it seemed appropriate then, and though I love sex it seems a bit immature, and yes, promiscuous, at this stage of my life to have a purely sexual relationship.
We shall see!