When I think about you...

As predicted, Boy Blue has triumphantly emerged and reclaimed his position in the pipeline. He came armed with a bottle of wine and a plethora of much appreciated compliments. More importantly, he came about half as much as I did. Boy Blue never ceases to impress me. Though he may be young and fundamentally innocent, he remains everything a good lover should be: skilled and eager, desperately attractive, distant enough to have the appeal of a stranger, close enough to seem like a friend. And he never, ever says the wrong thing.

I also slept with my fifth (and final?) Mike this past weekend. I wish I could say the sex was amazing; or even better that it was terrible. Unfortunately I can't say either way. Some boys are meant to keep. Some boys are meant to be used. Some are meant to use you. Some are meant to forget. Some are simply meant to be missed.