The out-of-town hookup
One of my favorite forms of casual sex (and the reason I forgot to post last night) is the out-of-town hookup. While I'm normally looking to meet people with whom I can have an ongoing casual thing with, when I'm out of town, I'm really just looking for some good, clean, one-night-stand fun, and somehow, changing my MO changes the whole dynamic.
There are a few things that are also different about the logistics of an out-of-town hookup:
First, I'm usually in the place for only one night. This means that the whole process is accelerated significantly. Where, when I'm meeting someone in my town, I'd plan to meet one day and then actually hook up some other day, when I'm out of town, I have one night to work with, so the meet precedes the fuck by only an hour or so.
Second (and this may just be me), I don't usually give myself a lot of time to make arrangements. Often enough, my travel is last-minute, or close to it, so I'm posting maybe a day or two before. This changes my whole selection process, which goes from, "Choose the best 10-15 and whittle down from there," to, "Choose the best three and go with whichever of those is most communicative and attractive."
The out of town hookup also means there's no dicking around (cough) about scheduling. Either he can make it happen on my schedule or he can't. There's no rain check.
It's fun to mix things up, but there are some additional challenges, too. The main one for me is that I'm usually arranging these hookups in the context of a business trip. That means that I need to be sure that wherever I'm meeting my new buddy is a place that won't involve me running into a) my boss or b) my clients. (This raises a point I've been meaning to bring up for a while: what to do if you DO run into people you know while out with a fuckbuddy. And vice-versa. Don't let me forget!)
When it all works out, though, out of town hookups are among my favorite, if only because they're such a great change of pace.
