Homoneurotica

Why are the Good Ones always the Married Ones?  Let's think about this... it's not just the "unavailability" of these guys, nor the presumed "masculinity" they carry.  They're cool.  Most of them, genuinely Nice. Which, in the realm of Gaydom, is a rare commodity.  Sex is sex.  If it's not going to be LTR, committed, monogamous, then at least let it be Fun.  Hot. Hot AND Fun?  That would be the Married Men.

This last/current guy is cool.  OK, there have been TWO.  And they're both pretty amazing.  Great attitudes,
fun, friendly, passionate (ie, horny), and eager to strip down.  No complaints.  And they don't stick around to bore me with endless monologues about Them.  Which is fine, although I do hanker after the One who WILL stick around, and let me talk about ME.

My new favorite Married Man dropped by this morning.  It had been a good morning - my first day off in several weeks.  Still, I can't help waking up, getting up, at 7:30.  I made coffee, baked scones.  Award-winning scones: chocolate chunks, slivered almonds, coconut.  I was impressed, at that early hour.  A quick text message to ____________________ was replied to with a quick, "I'll be there in a bit."  Whoa.  Really?  I left the door ajar, climbed back into bed - naked, of course - and waited.  I didn't have to wait long. 

Before I was fully conscious, a tall, handsome (in a dorky, David Duchovny way) had stripped down in my bedroom and was laying on top of me, making out like bandits.  Dear Lord, it was wonderful.  I imagined how great this sort of thing could be if we were actually in a committed relationship.  No, really: I did a quick personal inventory.  It wasn't the fact that he would soon be off running errands for "The Wife," but the fact that a tall, handsome, (in a dorky, David Duchovny way), was naked in bed with me.  Although that went a long way... He was Nice. Cute.  Sweet.  And... well, you don't need to hear the details.  Do you...?

We parted company.  We'll do this again.  Back to the scones.