It’s been 2 years, 4 months, and 16 days… Kidding, I have no idea how long it’s been, but it’s been a long long time since I’ve posted here or since I’ve had any time or energy for sex or dating or dealing with men. (Counting back posts, it seems it’s been 5 years since I’ve been with anyone)
Most of my hiatus was due to health issues, which it seems will be ongoing for the rest of my life. I’d completely given up on dating or mating due to it.
Last fall I decided to start dating. Went out on one date which then turned into a one-night stand.. because.. why not? But mostly because I wanted to see if I’d have health issues from it.
He was a horrible kisser, but that wasn’t all of it. I started having health problems and the more we kissed, the more things progressed, the worse I got. By the time I actually got up to leave, I could barely walk – and not because of what we were doing.
So I wrote off sex and dating and men.
Then after a few months of endless working and stress, my birthday comes. I’d skipped Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years .. because of work and moving.
I needed a drink or 12.
So I went to my local bar. One where I still know the staff and know they’re good people, so if I ended up too drunk.. I was in relatively good hands. #safetyfirst
And I drank. I drank a lot. I drank too much to drive right away.
So as they closed, I stood out at the entrance with a few other people and planned to wait until I was sober.
Next to me is two men. I can’t see their faces, but I can hear them talking. I say something about their conversation.
The guy closest to me turns and looks at me. He’s not bad looking but not something I’d ever gravitate to on my own. I notice his eyes, a beautiful blue grey.
We talk briefly. About what, I don’t know. Then suddenly he’s moving in for a kiss.
I ponder stopping him, but have a quick debate on whether I was too drunk to care if his kiss make me sick or not.
Then he kissed me.
(for the results, you’ll have to read “Robert”)