After yesterday’s escapade into the previously uncharted (at least for me) territory of IMing with strangers, it seemed fitting that I call Patrick (imagine a sex-crazed entrepreneurial mad scientist). If he didn’t live so far away (500+ miles), he would have been one lucky guy last night.
Patrick was busy last night, so we only talked for a few minutes (about the bailout, which is not why I called). He called me back this morning on his way to work. I told him I was frisky and frustrated. He wanted to hear about my latest escapades and fantasies, but I told him I didn’t have any real action to report…and (he should know this by now) I am shy when it comes to sharing fantasies. That helped jog his memory…he suddenly remembered I like to hear about his sexual experiences, so he hesitantly admitted to a fairly recent CraigsList hookup.
I knew it would be a good story based on his reluctant tone. It was a “party”…at a gym. I kept asking, “…and then what?…” until he finished spilling the beans. I’ll have to spare you the details because I don’t run a porn site here! The moral of the story is that he had a great time, but he felt sick about it afterwards.
That’s how I feel about yesterday’s IMing experience. It was kind of gross and inappropriate. I managed to get drawn in, thanks to my hormones. Being turned on is intoxicating and impairs ones judgment! Now, today I feel kind of gross.