Posts Tagged ‘ One Night Only ’

Slutty Tendencies

I have to admit, I have slutty tendencies.

I mean, I really like sex, and as a single, I can’t allows get it in the most … virtuous of ways. Sometimes there’s backseats of cars involved, sometimes there’s dancefloor makeouts. It’s just what a girl’s gotta do once and a while.

After all of these single years, I’ve had to learn how to hide these tendencies. For example, I won’t date or entertain the idea of dating a friend of a friend, no matter how far removed. My one-nightstands are restricted to foreign cities, where no one knows my name.

I’ve got a reputation to protect here people!

So far, I’ve done a pretty good job at staying within these boundaries.

So far.

But I fear I am facing a challenge I may not be able meet. The Olympics are only a week away and this city has already started buzzing with energy, not to mention cute boys.

I have to be willing to let my reputation slide a bit for the next month. I mean, it will just have to. I have been promising myself for years that should I be single during the Games, I am going to live it up.

Here we are, a week away, me single, and well, I had better live up to all the hype – and to do that, I might do somethings that are restricted to foreign places, I’m not going to lie.

And I can’t freaking wait! I had better clean my apartment soon though, otherwise my globalization plan will prove difficult to achieve.

BOY BACKLOG: Leibhaber

Once upon a time, in a desert land, a girl and a boy locked eyes across a dancefloor. They danced, they laughed, they had the most memorable nights of the girl’s life. And one that continued far longer than it should have.

That girl was me, and that boy was Leibhaber.

The night we met, it was magical. He was so handsome – according to my girlfriend, he is the hottest guy I have ever been with – and that accent was so cute. After I almost got into a fight with a boy, we dragged our friends to an after-hours club, where we spent less than an hour.

There was no escaping it, we needed to get these clothes off right now.

So off in a cab, to his shabby hotel we did go, off to have ridiculous sex. And that should have been it.

But I left my number and that wasn’t the end of our little story.

No, instead he decided to use my number. He then asked for my email address, and we became online friends. Random dirty emails, with German thrown in for good measure and a few texts here and there. consumed the next few months.

I soon booked a trip to Paris – in part to go on a vacation, but also to put myself in proximity to the possibility of him. Soon, he made it clear he wanted to visit me in Paris and for me to visit his hometown.

Oh, these promises of great romance, they are so few and far between. Is there really anything wrong with me grabbing hold of one of them and enjoying it for a bit?

But I don’t think many great romances start with lewd acts, performed with a boy you hardly know.

I have to say though: Best. One-Night-Stand. Ever.

Of fantasy

Great Expectations - Casey O'Connell

My trip to Vegas and my tryst with Leibhaber have me living a dual life.

While I didn’t get to see him again that trip, he did call a few times, and we began a texting / Facebook (ick) flirt-fest.

This would be all well and good, but he lives in a different country, on a different continent, and well, it all kinda seems like a bit of a dream and I can’t live in that fantasy world for long.

Or can I?

To be honest with you, I kinda have been.

I have been living in this perfect little fantasy world where he and I will meet in two months (during my trip to Paris) and the romance will continue. That we will frolic together in the streets of Paris, eating, drinking, dancing, or happily not leaving the bedroom, and life would be grand.

sigh

I know it will likely not. The realist in me knows that, but my goodness are my fingers and toes crossed that it might.

There are so many things that can go wrong in the next 66 (yes, I have a countdown clock on my desktop). We might stop talking, he might bail at the last minute, we might see each other and not like each other, he might not be as cute as I remember.

See, so many things. And the list seems to grow daily.

Repeat hourly: Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.