Sex and au revoir: 03/30/11

Morgan's tale of sex and frolic

Let me tell you a tale as it unfolds of a girl's experiences most true and profound. She is a girl of 28, a worldly and educated sort who once upon a time had the convenience of falling into a great and spiraling love, an almost mythical kind of love (mirroring those of the Greek gods), which would eventually end in an equally thunderous and tumultuous way. Since her unprecedented heartbreak, she has been meeting and cavorting with several young male companions, usually with the assistance of her sophisticated friend, Sauvignon. Her name: Morgan. Her ambition: lawyer. Her bad luck: men.

The tale must be told, of Morgan's experiences with the opposite sex, since her union with her first love was brought to an end. These experiences are bound to shock, marvel and astonish, but alas, they must be told, as they are all based on true events. There must no doubt be a force trying to reckon with Morgan. It is only a wonder what kind of karma she must have pissed off.

The tale begins...

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

It's like a vortex

Two pills and six vodka and redbulls later, I was livin' la vida loca. Last Friday was a very heavy night indeed. I went to an electronica/house/techno/dance nightclub with Sex Fiend, his friends, and of course Stouty, with whom I've become totally inseparable (we spend bathroom breaks apart, if that). Before the night began, Stouty and I discussed the likelihood of the pills generating feelings of love toward one another and the further likelihood that we would be exchanging "I love yous" by the end of the night. To my surprise, Stouty didn't seem troubled by this. Au contraire, he seemed so comfortable with the notion that, in turn, it made me uncomfortable. I'd only just managed to stop thinking about this touchy subject matter, which had been wreaking havoc on my brain for weeks. After all, if he wasn't going to tell me first, there was no point thinking about it was there?

What a night. What a night. I'd never felt so one with the music, the lights, the people. Surely, this is what Taoism is all about ("experiencing oneness with the universe")? With the music blaring and the laser lights extending from every inch of the ceiling, I was on the dance floor having the time of my life. I looked over, and there he was, Stouty, having the time of his life too. I had to go over. I had to go over and tell him simply that "I do". I do, of course I do. I have done for a very long time now. Stouty, whether he heard me or not, brought me in toward him, held me close at the waist and gave me the look that would melt butter. It was subtle, but I heard him: "I f*cking love you". What a magical moment, however much we were chemically induced. My heart was pounding from the excitement. If you could have heard it, you would have heard it going a mile a minute.

Stouty loves me. Wow. How lucky am I?

We got back to my apartment at 7 am. I had the shakes from all the toxins in my body and Stouty lay there beside me comforting me. Again, those magical words were spoken: "Morgan, I love you". In an instant, my heart was pounding again. I love you too Stouty, an unbelievable amount.

I don't want to talk about anything else other than Stouty today, so I'll leave for next time the following areas, which may be of interest:

Smarty's text, which read: "we should be together" (he doesn't know about Stouty).
Smarty commenting about all the "crazy sh*t going on in Chernobyl" (he meant Japan).
Stouty threatening Anteater (yes, that's correct, the one with the fishy, fleshy penis).