Funny stories of sex and dating
A guy could degrade me; he could get himself off and ignore me—hey, it was the least I could do. That turned into a conversation about the literary merits of I didn't bother to change out of my pajamas or even brush my teeth in preparation.
After that we started talking every single day; three weeks later I was on a plane to Orlando, and six months later we're moving in together. So it's authentic in ways those precrafted statements can never be. I'm sitting here looking at my pool in the backyard.
Couples are involved in their own lives; everyone is busy with work (at least in New York); and sometimes you just don't want to keep things going (the face slapper and I decided our, um, lifestyles were too different). It was the semifinals, but I didn't watch any tennis. I went on a few dates and then I saw this guy on Tinder, 42, really good-looking.
And sexual questing brings its own form of exhaustion—all the planning, the meeting up, the issue of chemistry. We started talking through the app, and that was going well, so he sent me his number, and it had an Orlando area code.
"I can't believe I was so turned on by that," he told me.
Even if I had serious qualms about my weight, sex with this guy I adored and trusted had always made me feel like a goddess.