While his profile pics still looked nice, in reality he had changed. But it had been a decade plus, so none of us are the same. Though I'd argue that the years had been less kind to him.
The blue eyes he once, and still, touted in his screen name were not nearly as vibrant. The crows feet around them were more abundant. The weight gain, more than abundant. And that made his wang look even smaller than it was.
The setting wasn't the majesty of nature either. No - it was just as sad.
It was a Red Roof - and not from a main exit, but one of the secondary ones...which have hotels with outdoor room entrances. I suppose this was a motel. A motor lodge, if you will. It was the kind of exit where the nicest restaurant was probably Subway.
I suppose the saddest part of this whole thing was: I still went. And stayed.
Part of me figured: "I came all this way....." It's not enough reason to stay, but it is the one I'm going with.
The sex I so fondly remembered was probably just that - a memory. It probably wasn't as good as I thought, though this time there'd be no mistaking it.
Perhaps he hid it better last time, or maybe he's taken up smoking in the last 10 years. Ashtrays were filled in his room. Multiple open packs of Marlboro reds were on either a dresser, bedside table or on top of the tv. The room reeked of smoke. I didn't even know there were chain hotels that allowed this anymore. Or maybe he was just resigned to the fact he would lose a $250 deposit.
Kissing was off the table. Actually, facing him soon became off the table.
The best way to describe what next happened was spooning jack rabbit sex. I have to believe, it was was unpleasant for all - including him. I mean, he couldn't have thought it was good, right?
I'd like to give you detail - I think - but there is nothing memorable about the actual sex. Or I've wiped it as much as possible from my memory.
Lessons are learned ....usually. But I don't think there will be a third encounter......a decade from now, or anytime.
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I read the 2005 post and if 8" didn't look like 8" now, that must have been some weight gain.
I can see how sad this meeting must have been compared to the last one. The whole outdoor scene and not knowing who may come alone or be watching, the fallen tree, the leaving of the lube, compared to a smoke filled room and a faded ten year memory. The current is never the same thrill as the memory of the past. I think a lot of people including me have experienced that feeling.
Just put the experience in the bottom drawer & move on.
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