And it doesn’t have any bearing on anything except that sometimes, I’m in a place where things click with someone and I want to get laid.  Nothing personal, I just want to get laid.

I could have hung about the house and waited for my roommate.  And could very well have drove myself crazy in the process, lol.  But…until we talk I really don’t want to not ask for anything but a hug and to know he’s got my back if needed.  And really I already know that. The decision to leave was easy…better living through avoidance.

In the absence of every fucking thing else…like affection and hugs and intimate conversation,  I really need to get laid.  It’s been over two weeks now.   And I want to get laid in the most basic carnal way.  Better if it was with someone I have genuine affection for, but….*shrugs *whatevah*  It’s just sex.

I strolled to the beach partially in my better living through denial mode and parked my ass on the beach.  I wasn’t there long before a stranger asked directions to a local tourist bar.  Down that way, I pointed,  but honestly I prefer the local dive places.  We chatted some and flirted a lot. With enough in common we headed to the bar across the street for a beer.  Bear in mind it’s about 11 am, but what the hell.  I was just killing time anyway.  Got to talking and flirting and flirting and flirting some more and pretty soon it’s clear we both want to get laid, but what the hell we’re totally enjoying the game.  More beer and a shot or two of tequila and well, a shower and sex sounds really good…..

Nah…it doesn’t change a thing.  Sometimes I just wanna get laid.

All in all, a good Sunday.

Oh and in case you’re wondering….I did but not with him *winks*  And the sex was far, far better.