I'd like to talk about threesomes...


and now that I have your attention, I'd actually like to talk about threesomes. I've never had one. I've thought about it quite a lot. I've even gone so far as to set one up with a friend and his ex. But it never happened. Still could, I suppose but it just hasn't. But I want to talk about the mechanics of a threesome. I'm talking etiquette, who brings the drinks, where do you do it? These kinds of things are terribly important. Also who gets to pick the third? Should it be someone you know but not know too well?


Here's my hesitation with the proposed threesome I have in my cards. It's a friend (not a close friend but I friend none the less) and his ex. I know for a fact that when they were together she was a little bit jealous of my friendship with him because, well she thought he wanted to sleep with me. Ding ding, get this girl a detective license. He did want to sleep with me and apparently still does. So here's the thing, she'll only go through with the threesome if he and I don't sleep together beforehand. To me, that's a red flag. I feel like I will be getting no attention in this little scenario. Certainly not from miss Jealous over sulking in the corner. Anyway so it makes me want to back out a little. Not that it's ever really going to happen. I feel like unless I set a date (which we actually did a few times) it'll never happen.


I think maybe I like the idea of it a lot more than I'll actually enjoy the execution. The fact is I talk the sex talk pretty well but I'm really much more content not having casual sex. It is nice to actually get to know someone, their body, what makes them tick, what makes them yelp (yes, I've made someone yelp).


Which I suppose leads me into the far sappier part of this entry. I'd like to talk about comfort for a second. I know, it's highly overrated. But so is the rush of "danger" you get when you hook up with someone you hardly know. The icky factor totally beats out anything bad in the comfort scenario. Sometimes you just want to feel close to someone you love or at least like. So I suppose I'm on a mission of sorts. As soon as a woman admits that she's on a mission to find someone to be close to all possibilities go down the toilet. We'll see.


The date with the dancer went far better than was to be expected. We talked for hours, kissed for a little while, talked some more, kissed some more. I had to kick him out otherwise neither of us would have gotten any sleep and we may have done something that we both will inevitably regret. So I kicked him out. And he loved it. I told myself that I would not call him the next day and what do you know, he called me and we made plans to see each other again...tomorrow...he doesn't have to work friday morning...fuck, I do!