Sex is FREE!

I just found out that this yummy hottie I have been chatting with online for 8 months is Lebanese. I just about never chat online with random guys off the Internet. He is the only guy in my MSN who is not a friend, family member or colleague. A is 25 and trying to make his case to be my boyfriend. I find that amusing and charming. So he’s definitely younger than what I want and I have mentioned it many times over. He also knows that I already have two lovers that I adore.

Yesterday he wanted to go out and be spontaneous. I didn’t. I thought it was the most adorable thing though… he fantasizes about doing something spontaneous! Spontaneous makes the heart rate rise for sure. I think he just wants to have spontaneous sex. Just a few weeks ago I was reminiscing with my lover about a spontaneous encounter in a men’s restroom that could have ended in a very public humiliation… for him. Ranks up there as the most outrageous/stupid/dangerous thing I have ever done. But is was fun, mainly because it was in a very nice clean and posh men’s restroom!

So back to A. You know there is something quite alluring about those Lebanese boys. They are Arabic but never overbearing because they are good Catholic boys. I have been this close but have never sunk my teeth into one. Sigh…

The first one, I befriended in college. He was tall, had model features and talked with an accent. He fucked my roommate. I was the only one who knew he was gay. We were in a small Catholic college run by nuns, it was 1988 and guys didn’t wear their GAY like they do today. He was always very lovey-dovey with me and all the girls hated me for it. They never really bought that we were not an item. OMG maybe I was his beard LOL

Second one I worked with. I spotted him in the temp pool and immediately hired him. He is incredibly talented, driven and has stellar work ethics. He was only 21. We worked well together, we worked A LOT. Once, after work, at 2am, he asked me out and I was all like “are you fuckin’ crazy I’m going to bed!” Months later, I did take him out to the movies. We saw “A Dirty Shame”. Yeah… this movie sparks some great conversations! It was a great evening.

Now there’s this 25 year-old engineering student hottie with the soulful eyes just pushing his wares on me… I’ve had plenty of Mediterranean boys but it never sticks. They are usually un-inked, un-pierced and un-cut. I must admit this is incredibly exotic for a small-town French Canadian girl like me but I know we don’t mesh. Probably a cultural thing. From what I can tell A is a very good Catholic boy. I know that the better a boy he is, the more he is dying to do some crazy exciting things. I know I can give him that because I operate in an environment where the sky is the limit. I can make anything happen and each experience is planned to the last detail to leave no scars, consequences or drama. It only seems spontaneous to the guy because in my head I considered every detail long ago.

So on the face of it I should say “No thank you!” but here’s the thing.

Guys who are in highly technical and demanding programs are under-fucked (Okay, so every young guy feels sadly under-fucked but I know whether they really are or not!) “A” deserves some fun!

I still think he lacks all the info to make a decision about associating with me. He has no idea about the kind of parties I take my boys to. He would be very surprised at the lustful attention he would get from my girlfriends (I guess now the word is out that I share my toys)

His considerations for wanting to be with me are completely different than my considerations for being with him. He’s all like: “M.I.L.F., Kewl!” and that’s about it!

If I could picture a perfect date with A we would be smoking shisha in the back of an over crowded Gitane Cafe on Saint-Denis talking about life and maybe even making some sexy plans.

I don’t want to over extend myself though. I just love lusting after a guy. It is something I have only allowed myself to do recently. I have had crushes on guys but I tend to think about guys in a very non-sexual and intellectual way.

But in any case I have to be careful.

I am the Red Pill.

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