This is probably one of my funniest dating stories in retrospect, though it was not funny in the least at the time! As I mentioned in a recent post, after Lance and I broke up “officially,” I hooked up with two guys in 24 hours. One of these guys was someone I had known for about 2 years who I had always had something of a mutual crush with. He was by then working for an academic publishing house, though I’d met him when he was a graduate student in history. His name was Evan.
Since we’d known each other for some time, and also because he knew I was moving, it was pretty clear (even without telling him all the deets of my recent breakup) that this was a pure hookup situation, NSA sex. We used a condom, it didn’t break, nothing weird about the encounter at all except he did speak Portuguese fluently and there was a lot of sexy talk I didn’t understand but which turned me on pretty effectively. A couple of weeks after our date, I moved to Arizona. Then he called me a month later,
“Is there anything about your sexual past you need to share with me?” were the first words out of his mouth. Continued