The Hook Up that Didn't Happen

Okay, so one small story about my trip to Northern California over a week ago.

I met a guy.  He was smart and sweet and funny.  He had a dirty streak.  He was clever.  In any other situation, we would have totally hooked up.

But we didn't.  Totally because of my syphilis.

We were flirty.  He knew I had a boyfriend.  But he seemed like he would have been cool with that.  That isn't why we didn't hook up.

In typical situations, I am like a dog with a bone.  I will make something happen if I like someone.  I go in for the kill.  I'm a closer.  I close the deal.  I would have found an opportunity to get him alone or something.  I like the thrill of the hunt.

But I didn't make the effort.

We did have cigarettes together.

And we talked about films and plays.

We even referred to one another as we were talking to friends.  Like we mentioned our conversations in other conversations.

But we didn't even kiss.

Am I regretful that nothing happened?  No.  I do actually think it will make us better friends.

We friended each other on Facebook.

I think it would have been fun.  I think he would have been killer in bed.  But I realize now that the fun and the conversation was enough.  And it might not have happened in the same way because I would have been distracted  by trying to do the cat and mouse thing.  Instead we did the "two adults talking thing."

We even walked around together the next day during this festival in the town we were staying in.

So I can't say I don't have great memories.  I can't say that it wasn't fun and flirty.

I just didn't have his dick in my mouth.

And surprisingly, it didn't take away from the experience.

I'm as shocked as anyone.