With a boyfriend on the other side of the country, I'm totally blessed with his permission to have one night stands and friends with benefits. I'm amusing myself with the problem that I have so many amazing guy friends that I WANT to fuck, but I usually manage to control myself. Ha. No, shyness is not control.
So I threw a dinner party with my roommate last night. With all my handwringing about if I should or shouldn't invite fuckable boys, I ended up with one guest who is a dear friend and dating a co-worker. Remebmer, I only run in really small indie rock circles, 7"s not LPs. Then we went to a show where I at least got to drool, touch polyester shirts and go on runs for 40s with boys I REALLY wanted back in my room. Going to shows around the corner from my house makes this worse, the possibility is so there. Isn't it more convienient to fool around at my place than try to get home in the middle of the night?
Oh, but when it's good it's so worth it! I went to see the Hold Steady in NJ and ended up dancing and making out with a totally adorable bearded, tattooed, bass playing travelling 23 year old.
But Joanie, that could be ANY guy at a Hold Steady show!
That's what made him so delicious! I really want to fuck my fair share of scruffy heavyset beer swillin hardcore listening twentysomethings.
He'd taken six hours of public transportation to get to the show and had no idea how he was getting back to where he was staying in New York City. This was a mutually beneficial relationship, he was stranded, I had a car, he was distraught over some musical equipment that had been damaged back home, I was horny.
So I remind myself, this can't happen every weekend. So it didn't happen last night, but it's only Saturday.
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