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Sep. 10th, 2018 03:31 pm
My own club
Yesterday I was walking back from an impromptu cuddle session and singing Mekons on the dark streets of Edgewater when I hit the line "Day by day I plunged deeper / into a world of cheap sensation" and the situational irony made me crack up and ponder.
Recall how, a hundred years ago (i.e. early July), I jokingly accused Ginger Farmboy of preferring "cheap sensation" because all his proposed future vacations were things like bear runs and gay cruises. And here I am, ignoring my personal and familial responsibilities in favour of finding new men nearby to sleep with.
I still haven't needed to go to the apps--unless you count FB. This guy found me there and Friended me about a month ago. We'd originally met at a party thrown by a mutual friend several years back, when he was still in a relationship. Since we'd encountred each other only fleetingly since then, I suspected it was more a response to my photograph than our shared history.
But he was good enough to send me a brief message and, later, to ask permission to share one of my posts, which sparked a bit a sharing about loneliness. I invited him to a cocktail night, he blew it off then apologised, I suggested getting together some night in the week. Just when I thought he'd forgotten, he sent me a message yesterday to the effect of "I need to get out of the house, are you free".
Right from the start, I had a strong suspicion where this would end, a suspicion confirmed in stages as we got dinner at Thai restaurant and then went for a stroll that he soon directed back toward his apartment. He rather artlessly went through the motions of seducing me and I rather artlessly played along; it was only when we were cuddling in bed that he said something which made me realise he hadn't been 100% confident of my cooperation, which made me smile.
So I didn't plan it and I didn't just let it happen; I had an objective in mind and influenced developments so that it was reached. Does it matter that I listened sympathetically to his oversharing about his family and his babbling on about anti-scientific remedies? Is that what anyone in search of the same "cheap sensations" would do in the same position?
Recall how, a hundred years ago (i.e. early July), I jokingly accused Ginger Farmboy of preferring "cheap sensation" because all his proposed future vacations were things like bear runs and gay cruises. And here I am, ignoring my personal and familial responsibilities in favour of finding new men nearby to sleep with.
I still haven't needed to go to the apps--unless you count FB. This guy found me there and Friended me about a month ago. We'd originally met at a party thrown by a mutual friend several years back, when he was still in a relationship. Since we'd encountred each other only fleetingly since then, I suspected it was more a response to my photograph than our shared history.
But he was good enough to send me a brief message and, later, to ask permission to share one of my posts, which sparked a bit a sharing about loneliness. I invited him to a cocktail night, he blew it off then apologised, I suggested getting together some night in the week. Just when I thought he'd forgotten, he sent me a message yesterday to the effect of "I need to get out of the house, are you free".
Right from the start, I had a strong suspicion where this would end, a suspicion confirmed in stages as we got dinner at Thai restaurant and then went for a stroll that he soon directed back toward his apartment. He rather artlessly went through the motions of seducing me and I rather artlessly played along; it was only when we were cuddling in bed that he said something which made me realise he hadn't been 100% confident of my cooperation, which made me smile.
So I didn't plan it and I didn't just let it happen; I had an objective in mind and influenced developments so that it was reached. Does it matter that I listened sympathetically to his oversharing about his family and his babbling on about anti-scientific remedies? Is that what anyone in search of the same "cheap sensations" would do in the same position?
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