You know when you have a certain craving - say, for chocolate cake or a cigarette - and you finally get that first bite or that first drag? You know how every bite or drag after that will never be quite as good as the very first one that started you on the way to satisfying that craving? It's not the cake's fault; it's just the way it is. The last bite is never as good as the first.
I've had a bit of a dry spell, so I was really looking forward to my big evening with John. I'm happy to say that things went exactly as planned. Dinner was great, conversation was... Well, I paid attention this time and he's actually really smart and funny. (How wrong I was to judge him based on one FG joke.) By the time we got back to my place, I was sure that I'd built things up so much in my mind, there was no way this poor guy could live up to my expectations.
He surpassed them.
It's as if he were this huge, rich piece of chocolate cake and every single bite was that very first bite. And I can't believe I just wrote that. Doesn't make it any less true, however.
I bought coffee and scones for the office and I'm taking Sandy to lunch today.
I should call Peter, later, and give him all the details.
And so this entry isn't entirely about my getting laid in a most spectacular fashion, here's my thought for the day:
Okay, I have no thought for the day. I'm still thinking about the sex.