Time Management.

Man, lately I just don't have time to be a slut.

I get off work at 6:00, but recently there's been at least an hour of overtime every day, so it's really 7:00 or 7:30. I'm not exactly in man-killer shape then; I'm hungry, tired, smelly, covered in sweat and infectious diseases, dressed like a mall cop, and 45 minutes from town. It'll likely be 9:00 before I'm presentable, and I need to get home by 12:30 to get a decent amount of sleep.

Three and a half hours is plenty of time to have sex. Leisurely, really. But when your task isn't "have sex" but "meet a man, determine if he passes your gut-check, determine if he likes you, seduce him, find a place to go with him, then have sex"--that's a tall order. Even assuming I can find any appealing and willing man, it's still a daunting energy investment to fuck a new person on a weeknight.

I think this is a lot of the reason I fuck Benny so much, even though I'm not all that fond of him--he's there. I can call him when I get off work and have a sure thing by the time I'm done showering. A night when I'll definitely fuck Benny can be worth more than a night where I'll maybe fuck someone better.

I've got to admit, this is a little bit of the appeal of relationships. Christ, that sounds boorish, I'm not saying that's a reason to date someone or it's all dating is. I'm a big fan of emotional connections and support that include but go way beyond sex. I'm just saying--promiscuity's not immoral and it's not unsatisfying, but fuck, it's difficult.




Why scrounge all over town for free milk when you could have a cow at home?