A rare Friday night post: while my nails dry
After meeting a new guy for a drink, I'm home early and enjoying the quiet of a weekend night. I remember once upon a time when being by myself on a Friday or Saturday night felt like a huge social failure, one that I repeated many times, often imagining the cool kids out having all kinds of cool fun that I couldn't even imagine.
Now, with life running me up one side and down the other, a mellow evening at home is always a treat. A dip in the tub, a little self-grooming, paint my nails, put brown mud all over my face and eat cherry cordials in front of a stupid movie? Could there be a more perfect evening?
Somewhere between the ages of 15 and 28 or 29, I stopped sweating the "date nights" at home. That's about the time that I started to be really content with myself, I'd say, and with that, I discovered a certain freedom from imagined social pressures. That's not to say I don't like a nice date on a Friday night, but I know it's not any kind of statement of worth to have one or lack of worth not to.
It's too bad, though, that Mr. Drink wasn't more fun, 'cause I sure am horny.
Comments
Sounds like you defined what would make a more perfect evening. :) All that kind of casual relaxing, and then a nice slow fuck ... now that's a perfect evening.
Posted by: Rob | October 21, 2006 12:52 AM
Went through the same thing. Love evenings at home.
Posted by: G | October 21, 2006 2:26 PM