have casual sex

I was surprised that this was the best sex I’ve had! Maybe it’s because people who have casual sex are more experienced, or maybe I’ve just had bad luck with boyfriends.

When my business partner was driving me to the airport last Thursday so I could catch a flight to LaGuardia, he offered me a hit of weed off his pipe. I took it and thought nothing of one drag; I’ve done more damage sitting at the Fort Lauderdale airport Chili’s drinking those Presidente margaritas. I managed to drag my ass through security and to my gate in enough time to relax before the flight. But I couldn’t find my journal in my bag (despite the fact that it was right under my nose), and had nothing to occupy my stoned head. By the time the gate attendant asked me if I was capable of sitting in the exit row, I was nearly in a full-fledged freak-out. All boarding for Paranoia City. I walked down the ramp towards the plane, and nearly got a foot in before walking back up and asking to be placed on the next flight. I got a couple raised eyebrows from the counter, but mostly they assured me that this kind of thing happens all the time. I spent the next few hours praying flight 372 would land safely in New York.

So they stuck me in the only seat available on the next flight out: the middle. Thankfully it was next to an absolutely gorgeous Russian girl who eventually asked for my number after a litany of semi-personal questions. Maybe screwing around with someone who has a boyfriend and a girlfriend is not the best idea. But maybe I’ll give it a try.

This seems like a effort to fire all the venom from your previous relationships onto a (suspecting, unsuspecting) person. I was all talk this week about picking someone up last night at the bar, but I get there and realize I’m just happy to be hanging out with my friends. All of the nuances of hooking up are completely lost on me and my friends recommend that, if I want to pick up a Snickers kind of girl (no nutritional value whatsoever – eat and throw away the wrapper), I “drop the SAT words.” I’m getting too old to be something I’m not for anything or anyone.