July 4
I made plans to fly to LA to see Surfette after much daring and asking on her part. A drunken July 3 text message sequence ended with her promising me elephants and tamborines to greet my arrival.
That was all until I sent her the text saying that my flight was X and that I'd be in LA on the night of July 19.
Her response: Wow. Ok. Game on, then.
I have no idea if that's positive or negative and I frankly don't care. I'm going to go have a good time, and I'll bring my credit card in case I need to emergency crash at a hotel for a few nights. Or wherever.
Last night I went to a party, as did most everyone, but this was a little odd in that I went to a party in a penthouse in Chelsea to accompany the woman I met on Monday night. Which was weird because I had, well, met her on Monday night. Into the Lion's den I went, finding out that she was 38 was a shock (although I told her she didn't look a day over 47) and that most of her friends were far more successful and a little bit older than me as well.
She had an exboyfriend there, a partner at a firm whose name I know. I kept my mouth quiet about who I was and where I work as I didn't want to deal with that.
The night wound down after awhile and we weren't quite the last to leave but left soon after. We walked from Chelsea to Union Square as we looked, in vain, for an open bar.
"Do you have an movies at your place?" I'd told her earlier of my big TV and the hijinks that caused me to get it.
"Of course."
"How about drinks?"
"I have those too."
"Let's get some mixers and watch a movie. I hope you don't mind that I'm a smoker."
I told her that my very first kiss when I was 17 was with a smoker, and so I'd developed a thing for kissing girls who smoked. She smiled at that and lit a cigarette.
Into a cab, off to a bodega, up to my apartment, and of all the movies to pick, she chose Alfie. An ironic choice, but we watched it anyway. I told her that I saw myself as the main character many years ago but decided to get over it because I didn't like being a douche. She laughed until the end of the movie when she said "So am I the Susan Sarandon character?" I told her she was and she playfully punched me in the arm demanding I take it back. "I'm not that old!" It's true, she's not.
Her body reminded me of The Jaguar as we kissed and fondled and groped and played on and off for many more hours than we should have on a school night. Tall, thin, made of all muscle, responsive and fun to touch. I told her that I am not having sex with lots of new people right now, although I'm totally comfortable with anything else. She accepted that, and we dozed off to sleep wrapped up in one another.
Comments
This: "I told her that I am not having sex with lots of new people right now, although I'm totally comfortable with anything else." is a really good line and an honest sentiment I share right now. Care if I use it, (changing it to "him" of course)? I'm in the flyover states and no one will ever know its not really mine. ;)
Melanie
Posted by: Melanie | July 5, 2007 10:29 PM
Of course you can have it, but I warn you that coming out of a woman it's not very surprising. Coming out of a man? Well, there is just a double standard.
Posted by: Bad Man | July 5, 2007 10:35 PM
You don't have to spell out that when a man says it, it communicates (without actually saying so) that sex is not scarce for him.
Posted by: PB | July 7, 2007 7:04 PM