Hunting

I have to confess: I’ve been having blog-related writer’s block lately. I’ve been pretty happy with several of my recent entries, but this has only increased my expectations for myself. On top of that, whenever I read Slutboy I feel spent; I want to throw out all my writing implements and cut off my hands and never write anything ever again. I’m in awe of Slutboy’s writing, I’m in awe of the pleasure he gets out of sex, I’m in awe of the passion he conveys. And me, some days I feel like I can’t string three words together. To. Create. A proper. Sentence.

But he’s him, and I’m me, and hey, I gotta be me, so I’ll just keep on going here.

Today after work I’m going to check out an apartment in Williamsburg, which is a part of Brooklyn that’s very close to Manhattan. It’s apparently an artsy up-and-coming area. A friend of a friend is about to move out of his apartment — a friend of CanadaGirl, actually; I met him once before. We all met up at the Phoenix one night. Then, a couple of weeks ago, after CanadaGirl politely declined my offer to look for a place together, she told me that the friend was going to be vacating his apartment. She gave me his number and she told him I’d probably be calling him.

So sometime after work I’m going to meet up with him and he’s going to show me the apartment. I’ve been having this fantasy that we go to his apartment and he shows me around and we wind up hooking up. I can’t totally remember what he looks like, and he has a boyfriend, but I just think it’s a really hot idea for a fantasy. I want to be the kind of guy that can hook up with someone in the least likely situations. A friend of mine told me about a friend of his who got a handjob on a Greyhound bus once. The guy got on the bus and decided to sit next to the most attractive guy he could find. They both pretended to fall asleep, but their hands were sharing an armrest, and their pinkies started touching, and because each guy had a jacket covering his lap, it was easy to move on from there.

Things like that have never happened to me. I’ve hooked up in a college classroom in the middle of the night, twice, which was pretty hot, but both times it was planned. Both times I’d gotten together with the person explicitly for sex. I don’t think I’ve ever had unplanned sex. Or at least unanticipated sex. But hey, I’m only 27, and I have a long life ahead of me, so this is just one more goal I’ll have to set for myself. Be all that you can be, right?