Friday, December 11, 2020

Fuck COVID, I Need To Get Fucked

Yeah, my promise not to whore around while Minnesota is aflame with coronavirus is not going perfectly.  Sort of.

Two days before the blog post I linked to above, I did a litany of Happy Thanksgiving texts to everyone I knew, but especially my stripper girlfriends.  I really wanted to check in with all of them, but mostly I wanted to maintain communication with them in case I could fuck them for money.

My dream scenario, in which one of my lines in the water bit, actually happened the day after I blog posted.  ****e, someone with whom I have had halting dalliances for years, started a conversation with me (I paraphrase below):

"How are you?" she said.

"Lonely a bit," I replied, "You?"

"Didn't really celebrate.  Wasn't feelin' that good."

"Sorry about that.  Hope you feel better."

"I'm sorry your (sic) feeling lonely.  Do you want some company anytime soon?"

CHA-FUCKING-CHING!!!  WE GOT A LIVE ONE!!!

So I volunteered a date of last Friday afternoon to ring twice, so to speak.  She needed to get back to me, then said she could not find a babysitter for her two young sons (actually grandsons ... long story).  OK, I said, I am free the following Friday, which is today.  She said on Wednesday that she still needs to confirm, but that should work.

As I was priming my cock for some fucking around, I texted last/Thursday evening to confirm we were still good.  Have not heard back.  She does have a flightiness factor with her, but I don't consider her a cocktease.  Nevertheless, I am planning for a no-go, and even a ghosting, although I'm looking at porn right now and deciding I won't jerk off, just in case ****e comes back with a "Sorry, totally forgot about you ... yeah, cum on over!"

But if she does freeze me out, maybe I should take it as a sign.  Her kids (who I think she adopted from their mother/her daughter, who died unexpectedly last year) may or may not be in school, but are of an age that has been proven (maybe?) to be germ wagons for the coronavirus.  Also, she posted on Facebook this week asking her friends if they are going to get the vaccine as soon as it's available.  You only ask such a question if you're really thinking about not getting the vaccine yourself.  That combination worries me.  It makes me think ****e isn't serious about the pandemic.  And that raises the possibility that she has contracted it (either from her kids or, say, going to a bar in Wisconsin), and then, while I'm kissing and am inside her, I'll catch it.  (Aside: Of all the women I've been seeing during this pandemic, none of them have kids.  And, as of the test I took last week, I am still testing negative.  Coincidence?)

So I'm not going to be bent out of shape if I don't hear from her.  But I'll be honest: I have a condom I got back on the campus of the University of Colorado last year that's waiting to be used.  I plan on using it in ****e -- if not today, then next Friday, because I am free next Friday, too.  Even in the midst of a deadly pandemic, this man has to get his fuck on.  Heh.

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