Took him a while, but he’s finally admitted what I suspected. Booty call!
That had been the original plan, but he fucked it all the way up.
I’m in a different place now. I had considered it when he popped up again last month, as a sort of sexual bonus round. I could have sex without increasing my number of partners, which was appealing in its own right, not having to run the risk of a new partner with an entirely new sexual history to worry about.
But, frankly, I’m just not into him. Not enough to even have bonus round sex.
It doesn’t help, of course, that he announced his interest via IM at, oh, 9:30 in the morning, after giving me a different story about him and his ex than he had the first time around, thus proving himself a terrible liar, to boot.
I told him I’d think about it. He told me he was free tonight.
Blech. I’m off men. I’m going to the gym. Happy Memorial Day.
Not that you need another reason why this is so not an interesting prospect, BUT same partner does not equal same sexual history. Who knows how many booties he’s called since your last encounter. Blech squared. I know.
Oh, I know, I know. I was just factoring in the probable additions, as opposed to an *entirely* new roster of partners.
But anyway. Blech cubed. *shudders*