Playing the field

Friday. My day of the week. For the last couple of weeks I've gotten into this habit of going out Thursdays with friends for drinks, then Fridays clubbing. My luck so far has been really good. All three times I've gone out I've gone home with someone. Not something to be proud of in some ways, but its doing the trick: making me feel confident and self-assured.

So this past month I've spent my time juggling women. That sounds conceited. But the truth is that even if I've slept with someone I've managed to keep a pretty friendly relationship afterwards with all of them. So I've managed to get second dates out of some, and second sex-gettogethers with others. I have zero moral qualms about sleeping with more than one person each week, just the opposite, it keeps things interesting.

At first it was about the experience of being with another woman, The Girl, Shell Glasses, and Bree. But after I came back from my vacation its been really more about sex, just... sex: Frekles, Anabelle, and others that I'm not giving names to. It became all about discovering what what I like, what I don't like. I've pretty much narrowed down the playing field to: white, tall, red or blond women. Oh and I like when they're expressive in bed, telling me in any form, that they're enjoying themselves.

But most of all, what I'm learning to enjoy is the chase. Getting them interested, flirting, the random touches, the wondering how they'll look naked, all those awesome things. The problem is that once I have them, its pretty much over. The fact that I have zero moral qualms with sleeping with several people at the same time doesn't make it better.

On friday, my lukcy day, I met up with Josie, Anabelle, and the gang at the club. Audrey was there with some friends, but that night she couldn't come home with me. So I was pretty peeved I got all dressed up, went out on a friday with my friends on my lucky day to this lucky club, and I was going to walk out empty handed. And I think it was the challenge of the thing, the fact that I couldn't, that made me see if I could. And I did. I went home with this stoner chick. Audrey never found out.

This lifestyle is going to wear off on me soon. I'm excited because now I'm confident that for Queer Week here in City X, I will be able to pick up some people. But after.... I think it'll be enough. Or not.

Whatever. The point is, even it this lifestyle has its good points, it also has its low. So I'm learning the in between. I'm discovering what its like to be single and gay at this age in this city.