Craigslist is the dude who swears he and your cousin are best buds, who gives a fake I.D. to the bouncer (but you aren’t sure whether it’s because he’s underage or a wanted felon), and then takes his shirt off and hits on girls relentlessly all night.
OkCupid is the sorority chick who just sits at the bar on her iPhone, but is constantly glancing up in the hopes of catching someone checking her out.
Meanwhile, ALT.com, the older gentleman who orchestrated the whole party, spends the night sober and mingling politely, passing out name tags, swapping business cards, and telling both the men and the women about his sexual fetish for pony play. Continue reading →
It’s not entirely for lack of options. There’s a lovely couple whom I’ve got in the works, but I’m trying to decide whether that’s in fact what I want to go for at the moment. I like the idea of trying out one of those relationship thingamajigs again — albeit with someone who can match my kink this time. With my Master’s program and part-time work among other obligations, I frankly don’t think I have time to juggle real dating along with threesomes and whatever other sexcapades I decide I want to try out.
Woe is me, what a life I must endure…
But mahhhhm, I don’t want to choose. Can’t I have the Meet The Parents Pop AND the Eiffel Tower Taffy?