Blow Someone You Know: Commonality, Comfort and Safety

I’m single.  Yep, it’s true.  I had “ex” sex last night.  Different from makeup sex, ex sex can be iffy because the components of anticipation and conquest of new territory don’t exist.  You already know what you’re getting, and that can detract a bit from the overall experience (which in this instance I rate an 7 on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being best).  It’s those other three points that make for mindblowing, transcendant sex.  Which doesn’t mean that anything less is bad.  Au contraire, it was very good. 

 

For some, ex sex is about finally getting back together with the guy or girl you’ve never gotten over.  Only in those cases (or in Spinal Tap) could you rate it an 11.  Even though I was crazy about the guy at one point, I realized I could never get as high as I did when I was with him the first time.   Yet this particular encounter was nonetheless precious and welcome.  It was all about connecting with someone whom you trust. 

 

For me, the trust factor in this day and age is a prized commodity.   Good dates are not only few and far between, but the ones that occur can be truly weird, as I have faithfully documented previously within this blog.  Last night was definitely more than friends with benefits or a booty call.  It was the act of sharing common sensibilities, thoughts, bodies and history.  We both wanted, and needed, reassurance that we’re still desirable.  Jesus, I think I just described every couple in America who have been married for more than five years.  I’m scared.

 

In this day and age, it simply makes sense to blow someone you know.  The boy and I can and do talk about anything and everything, including a ginormous zit pit he had on his ass, right in the fold where the cheek meets the top of the thigh.  I had to hold back the laughter as he whined about how difficult it was to sit and to hide the pain when he was limping along in his office.  And I also knew, after he showered, that he was hoping I would tend to it.  Which I did.   I cleaned, swabbed and bandaged his bum for the same reason that a dogs licks it balls–because I could.  I know he trusted me to do that and care for him.  He’s doing the same for me, by taking my business card and passing it out at the conferences he attends all over the world. 

 

I therefore reiterate how valuable it is to blow someone you know, then let ‘im go, as I leave you with these parting thoughts:  Quid pro quo and fellatio.  Keep your kitty pretty.  He who has no washcloth beside the bed is lost.  You scratch my itch, and I’ll dress your ass wound.  Always.