Saw the beautiful boy last night. Met for dinner (another date!), ate sushi for the first time, came back and fucked. I really do so like him. We are both so open with each other and much more sexually exploratory than with others. It’s really, really nice.
The night before I was at the local bar. Came home with three phone numbers, including a couple who won’t fucking stop calling me. I told them the next day it wasn’t happening – I don’t fuck where I drink. They’ll figure it out eventually.
So life is full of complications and contradictions and I’m sleeping with a fireman and a beautiful 27 year old and who knows what’s up with Kyle and if he thinks I’m somehow being faithful to him while he’s so erratic. And i decided none of it matters. I love them all and I’m having a grand time and I’m just going to live with it.
I loved lying there, talking with the beautiful boy after sex, so open and loving and honest.