I’m waiting for the man

“Hey, white boy, what you doin’ uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin’ [a woman] around?”

Since I’m on a bit of a roll riffing off great song titles, I thought I’d continue the trend into the weekend. After a night out with Maestro last night, he’s off on date #2 tonight with Chelsea. And oh yes, he’s uptown tonight! Not looking for his dealer, as Lou Reed was singing about, but bowling and eating with a woman who may or may not end up as our playmate. I’m pretty sure she’s game to be Maestro’s playmate, but, as we discussed this afternoon – the goal is to find playmates for us.

So I guess I’ll find out later. It’s 9:30 now. Dinner’s over now, and maybe dessert. Maybe back to her place. And then what? A more intense snog than what happened in the parking lot? A pussy lick? I’m hoping that’s it – and we’re back to fucking by midnight. But maybe not. Who knows? Fucking and a sleep over isn’t off the table, even though that’s not part of the agreement.

We had a great fuck this morning and we’ll fuck when he returns. The latest text – not home soon. So back to her place, I figure, where hopefully he gets her consent to play with us.

And then tomorrow we’ll fuck some more. Right now I’m choosing not to box myself in with definitions and assumptions about relationships. They’re just words … transitory and meaningless sometimes. We’re choosing to spend (most) nights together, and wake up together. And that’s not such a bad thing, whatever you want to call it.