Nostalgia hour continues, let me unhook my bra like mr. rodgers unlaces his shoes…
Hello my Mournin drunks and left alone Mornin ladies,
This is a tale of an unexpected hookup gone, well i’ll let you see…
Like every single girl, I have my hunting grounds
Usually I go and find some douche to satisfy my hunger
Obviously, I would prefer love, wit, and tenderness. but i still have a body
And so I go out, usually my excuse is lonliness
And so this night I sit at the bar and I swear not to look for dick. I’m here for conversation.
But anyway, I sit at this bar and fall into conversation with the MARRIED dude next to me.
So we talk about the state of education in America, violence, the mental health system, and I bring up his wife. He tells me she won’t take birth control and so he’s been PULLING OUT for 7 years.
I…just…couldn’t fathom that.
Yeah birth control sets my body haywire, yes it sucks. But being long term with someone and making them constantly pull out?!
She’s got to worry about being pregnant EVERY MONTH! Unless she trusts he’s infertile. Weird. I thought this all was weird Also, because as a couple when you trust each other enough to leave the condom, the whole point is to feel each other cum right?
Well, I expressed my disbelief and distress but dropped it. The night went on. I decided to go and he invited me to another neighborhood bar. conversation with so many lovely, truly awesome folk, impeded our progress so we got there when the bar closed.
I should have known.
So we walk to the bar and it closed. Outside we meet some dudes who work construction but are old school neighborhood. But I have an amazing conversation with a guy who is a stage hand for the opera.
But cigarettes end and so does conversation, and so me and married go home.
We didn’t sleep together in the evening but come sober daylight, yes.
And there was this moment where he stopped, and I could see 16 thoughts flood him. And his hands were still wanting but he wasn’t drunk and some reality was setting in.
That’s when I started to feel bad.
He got up and searched for his clothes and his knife?! which he carries around apparently.
Lesson to self: See the ring and run,