I liked one night standswhen I was in my 20’s. Yes I had read Looking for Mr. Goodbar, seen the movie, and even had friends who lived across West 72nd Street from the bar, but she was desperate and I was the opposite.
As I had three serious marriage proposals and a marriage by the time I was 21; I didn’t feel the time bomb my friends seemed to feel. I knew that getting married was the easy part. Staying married took work.
Work I wasn’t really up for then. I hated cleaning. While I tried, I was the only person I knew who could mess it up. That was a really bad unintentional pun. I will keep it.
I can’t keep things organized to save my life, though I have learned many tricks over the years. Sure didn’t know them then. I have never liked going out on Saturday nights except when I’m in a living with relationship; then I have to be out. Half the time, by choice, without the male half.
That was another problem; you had to make joint decisions and do things together. I just wasn’t good at that. Of course guys wanted to meet me; I was a challenge. hell if I had understood anything myself I would have been happy to explain it. I liked living alone. But a couple of times a year I needed raw, frenzied wild sex that only seemed to come with strangers.
I knew how to pick them also. Never picked a psycho; never had an STD or became pregnant which is some kind of miracle as I didn’t believe in condoms, and hemorrhaged from the pill.
Later I would satisfy my need to be desired by going to The Lone Star Roadhouse in the West 50’s and dancing by myself. One guy would come over, then another, and….The weird thing was that I never felt worthy enough; I wore my problems like a pink silk noose hung from neck and attached to the hanging pole. The hanging noose was invisible. Most guys just thought that I was an Ice Princess and a challenge. They didn’t see the mess.
One of the three guys mentioned above was my first true love, as I was his. Our sex was passionate, tender, took me to different dimensions and could only be experienced with somebody you love. I knew that it was rare, and didn’t know if I would ever experience it again.
Then I met Zachary. He lived to pleasure me and knew exactly how. I didn’t have to coach him. Of course I wanted him to experience what I was feeling. I even did something I swore I never would. It’s an old Jewish girl joke; Jewish girls never ever swallow cum. Yick, but I didn’t feel that way with Zachary. There’s more to the joke, but I think that Monica put an end to that one.
Zachary and I made love as often as we could. I would walk into work looking like somebody who had five to nine orgasams the night before; more, many more on weekends. Every woman could tell; and I couldn’t eat which was the biggest tip off. Sometimes I would fall in lust when I wanted to diet.
Sex with Zachary was a combination of real love or lust sex and sex with strangers. It’s probably the reason I got him the job at Summitt. I couldn’t think about anything but sex with Zachary. I had never felt this way before. But I liked it.