I just listen to him talk, glad to have escaped a fight in the middle of the street with hot coffee. Nod to his warning about Wanda’s husband, and then start thinking over what he said before that. “I’m planning on staying away from her if I can help it,” I tell him. “I’m sure she’s a fine woman, but I seem to have gotten on her bad side, and I don’t know how to remedy it. And as for today….” I stop, considering what he’s said. Not exactly that he doesn’t fuck men, just that it’s not his preference. I think he was trying to be kind about it, too. Wonder if I’ve lost all chance with him completely.
Well, as long as we’re being really honest about what we like in bed, and he’s talking about the strangeness of today. “At the jail that night, I had other things on my mind, you could probably tell. That next morning, too. Guess I didn’t realize what a fine-looking man the town doctor happened to be until today.” I smile at him, because he really, really is. “But no, I’m not in the habit of luring in near-strangers and offering them my belt and anything else they want.”
Not sure how to say this next bit, or even quite why I feel this need to be quite this honest. “Not in the habit of offering anything at all unless something’s being offered to me that’s not sex.” That’s pretty plain, and it sounds mercenary laid out like that, but it’s worked for me so far as a policy, and I don’t really feel like changing it. But why the hell am I telling him this? I guess I trust him, besides liking him a great deal, although I’m a little fuzzy as to why exactly I should. It’s my turn to run a hand through my hair and sigh. “Feel like I’ve had three whiskeys neat on an empty stomach, and I haven’t drunk that much in a year.” Stuff just keeps coming out of my mouth, and I keep wanting to tell him more.
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Date: 2010-09-26 01:18 am (UTC)Well, as long as we’re being really honest about what we like in bed, and he’s talking about the strangeness of today. “At the jail that night, I had other things on my mind, you could probably tell. That next morning, too. Guess I didn’t realize what a fine-looking man the town doctor happened to be until today.” I smile at him, because he really, really is. “But no, I’m not in the habit of luring in near-strangers and offering them my belt and anything else they want.”
Not sure how to say this next bit, or even quite why I feel this need to be quite this honest. “Not in the habit of offering anything at all unless something’s being offered to me that’s not sex.” That’s pretty plain, and it sounds mercenary laid out like that, but it’s worked for me so far as a policy, and I don’t really feel like changing it. But why the hell am I telling him this? I guess I trust him, besides liking him a great deal, although I’m a little fuzzy as to why exactly I should. It’s my turn to run a hand through my hair and sigh. “Feel like I’ve had three whiskeys neat on an empty stomach, and I haven’t drunk that much in a year.” Stuff just keeps coming out of my mouth, and I keep wanting to tell him more.