At some points in our single lives, the word ‘regular’ does not really work much. Especially if you’re one hell of a horn bag, it is pretty much impossible to have a one stop shop that would be as convenient as a 24 hours shop, when it comes to your sex buddies. If I have to make it sound better, we may call it these lovely people our ‘friends’ with benefits.
This has happened before last year when this one hell of a good fuck sounded so promising but it turned into a no show. I never understood the reason why. The hook up was one of the best and the guy kept saying how he wanted to do this more often. After that one time, there was no catch up later. For the first few weeks, I did try to make an effort to set the time and place for me and him to meet but he pretty much shoved off these invitations with the ‘busy’ card. I intend to believe him although my ego was pretty much stained by this subconscious assumption that he had just grown tired of fucking me, after just one time.
During these days, the only potential fwb for me is Leprechaun. Two meet ups with nothing but good sex and a bonus post-sex ‘lie in bed and talk about nothings’ connection, he seems to be hitting high in my little black book. However, it’s only fair that he’s not always available. For instance, he was not really free the day before and yesterday. I do completely understand and I do not expect him to always be there for me during every weekend. Especially when I will be off for a weekend getaway for my friend’s birthday next week, it’s only fair that I take his reasons for his busy schedules seriously and assume they are spoken out of ultimate honesty.
So what do we do when we face these things? It has never occurred to me actually. Especially given I am not that dumb to have never thought of this, it does drive me up the wall how this has never come up in my head. Why have I limited myself with just one regular buddy? Why not have more than one? Maybe it’s my clinginess talking but it seems like I get drawn to stick to one guy even for sex. Alas, dear me!
So, it was time for me to look at my little black book, aka my Whatsapp chat history. I saw some potentials but I stumbled across an old friend I have stopped meeting. I have no idea why I have stopped meeting him when the last sex we had was quite good and he lives pretty close to the city. BieberMan (yep, I shall call him this) and I met some time last year when we were both frisky. We met up.
For some reason, I went to his place right after work and my shoes had started to stink my feet. It was quite embarrassing but when I took off my shoes, we could both smell my stinky feet. There came a point in our conversation when he started to joke “I don’t know if it’s my feet or yours but I do apologise if it is my feet that is causing this smell”. Then, I remember having a shower at his place and I remember although he finished quite fast, it was still a good root! Given he had been to Myanmar before, BieberMan was a pleasure to be around. He made me feel comfortable and I have noted how I would like to meet him up again.
Maybe it was because I started to date after a few days I met up with him or something like that but we had not met up for some time. I finally opened a conversation with him and alas, he was quite responsive and pretty much more than happy to have me back on his fuck wagon once again! Yay, go me!