“I can’t take this anymore” I thought to myself. I looked over at my ‘girlfriend’ (I use that term lightly) who was next to me in bed, but could have been planets away the way she was completely in her own world recently, more so than usual. What I couldn’t take was our non-relationship now. I was on my laptop, messaging girls. I liked the attention, I felt a stirring in my boxers when chatting to attractive girls, especially when slightly flirting. I was on a dating website mostly. Even just chatting friendly was better than the lack of attention from her recently. I seemed to have found myself in an “Escape (The Pina Colada Song)” type situation. Great song, not so great situation.
The hours passed, the days passed. I spent hours online, chatting. If not the site then a random chat site. I was addicted. I wanted to talk to girls. I really wanted to meet them, but I wasn’t rushing anything. Ironically some who asked I wasn’t interested in, but I kept hope I would find at least one or so that I’d really click with. I was happy it being virtual for now, though. Even though I was kind of lonely I felt less so now. I began sort of having cybersex sometimes. I was watching a lot of porn, then again masturbation when you aren’t getting laid is normal, right? Even if you are… But especially if you aren’t.
I felt like I was searching for something I wasn’t even sure what it was. I don’t know how this story continues, it’s just the beginning. Maybe I’ll meet a girl in a bar who turns out to be a lady I know, like in the song, or maybe I’ll find happier experiences elsewhere. Only time will tell… But yes, I do like pina coladas.