I continue to function on too little sleep because I'm having too much fun. On Monday night, my evening and the all-important caramelization of onions were interrupted twice by men who each wanted ninety minutes of my time and attention. Then last night, a guy who I'd hoped would play for ninety minutes ended up staying for two hours and ninety minutes, and then I still had to start a large batch of yogurt. I should probably give you the details of all three encounters since they were all grrrrreat, but I am too tired to do the details justice. Oh stop whinging: you'll get the juicy bits eventually.
By the way, if a guy writes
Speaking of married men, what is up with them? It seems like every time I post an ad on craigslist, I get at least two married guys who claim to be inexperienced yet eager and who send me multiple emails and promise to show up at a specified time and then disappear without a trace. I really don't care if guys don't show up, but what's with the inability to send an email or a text message with a lame excuse? I am, truly, more puzzled than annoyed, but that might be because I've easily managed to make alternate arrangements on all three occasions. I should probably be grateful to one guy since he was due to show up and go down on me for half an hour right before last night's marathon session, but I don't feel that this particular rudeness should be allowed to pass without remark. Even though I know that I won't hear from the guys again, I always send an email telling them that their behavior was inappropriate. If nothing else, it should keep them from contacting me again the next time I post an ad. Last night's flake did apologize, but not until after he'd received the castigating email. I think that maybe the fatigue is making me lose it because I wrote back to the guy:
I appreciate the apology. Fortunately, the guy who was coming by after you was early and stayed 3.5 hours and got two loads out of me, so it's all good. We'll have to see about another time. Tall, thin married guys who give great head are hot, and you sounded great on the phone, but I'm pretty sure that the rules of sexual etiquette say that if I have to complain about your not showing before I get the explanation, I no longer have to pretend to believe your lame excuse. I always pretend to believe the lame excuses when a guy cancels at the last minute but before I'm expecting him to show up at the door. I especially hate it when a guy flakes on me after I've given him my address. If you lived just down the street, then it wouldn't be a big deal to just take the occasional blowjob, but when it has to be scheduled and all that, it starts to seem like more trouble than it's worth, especially since I like guys who are a bit more interactive. I realize all of this is a lot more than you wanted or needed to know, but I've had three married guys flake on me just this week, so I'm venting, even though I managed to find suitable replacements each time, and even though I know that holding a grudge is never a virtue.Yeah, I know, I'm insane, but at least I'll never hear from him again because who wants to have sex with a crazy person? Besides me, I mean. He did sound really hot on the phone, though.
In response to some emails from a reader, I am making a true effort to use possessive rather than objective pronouns before gerund phrases. (For example, in that last email, I said "your not showing up" instead of "you not showing up.") Breaking this particular habit requires a lot of work, but I suppose it would be hypocritical to continue complaining about people who use "lay" where they should use "lie" if I were to continue to knowingly live in grammatical sin. I have probably already repeated Emerson's line about consistency and little minds a few times too many. It is not always easy to know when one is breaking a real and sensible rule (like using a possessive before a gerund phrase) as opposed to a pseudo-rule (like not splitting infinitives) that exists only because some nitpicky English teachers mistook a stylistic suggestion for a law of grammar. And sometimes it's not easy being me, but I always try to be grateful that I'm a prescriptivist in matters of language rather than in matters of sex.
Speaking of rudeness, I had to apologize to someone who answered my most recent craigslist ad. His first email:
Might we have hooked up previously?My response:
Are you off of [street near my home]?
Yes, I am. Your email address sounds familiar, but I can't find it in my inbox.His second (and last) email:
Your partner was out of town; we played late at night.And then I wrote back asking for his particulars and when we played (if I know the date, or approximate date, I can look the guy up on The Neighbors Will Hear) because, let's face it, there are
Despite all the flakiness that ensues after posting a craigslist ad, I continue to marvel at how many guys are fundamentally decent, and sometimes even sweet. It's often worth taking a chance on someone who comes across not so well in email but whose sexual interests fit well with your own. Often these guys are defensive or weird because of fear or bad experiences (or because they're married and gay and have no idea how to reconcile their desires with their responsibilities) and turn out to be truly nice men when they find out that I'm much less of a jerk than other guys they've met. I think a lot of us (myself included, sometimes) aren't able to look past relatively minor flaws to see the decent, and sexy, person underneath. But if you can learn to do that, you'll be a better and happier person, and you'll have more and better sex.