P.A.S.

Well, I scored the other night.

With a cougar I'd known some years ago. Like I wrote before, this was the MILF I banged in my Mustang a few weeks ago.

Thought I'd never see her again. But she contacted me via e-mail out the blue and we went out. Went to a hip Beverly Hills nightspot on the Sunset Strip. Katana. A Japanese hipster sushi joint. Dark lighting, lots of beautiful people types, a crowded Saturday night. We ate at the bar, talked, it all went pretty well.

So she calls me the other day, wants to get together at the same hotel by the beach we stayed at one time years ago. So I get a room, head down there to meet her after work. And we hung out in the room, she turned on some porn, we drank champagne. And the sex happened, I rubbed her down with body oil. Went down on her and finally made her climax. As she kept pouring champagne over her muff as I went down on her.

All the other times I'd been with her we hadn't gotten to that point. But after a good build up I finally reached that point with her. About time too. We had sex. And that was that. Had a cool meal at the (coincidentally) Japanese restuarant by the hotel. It was nice out, torches were lit along the walkways as we walked to the restaurant.

I had a meal called natural sirloin. Which was small pieces of sirloin served with a very hot rock that you cooked the meat yourself on. Good stuff.

After that we went back to the room and she asked me politely to let her sleep. I asked her if she wanted to fool around again and she declined. I left, that was that.

Odd. She's a strange woman. I never expect to hear from her and then she turns up sometime later. Can't figure her out. She may be just another flake.

At least I got some sex, some human interaction, a little tenderness. In a world filled with cruel, hateful people. It was nice to have some gentleness, some sexuality, some passion in my dull, drab, useless, pointless, bitter, angry life.

Happiness comes (easier) to others. But rarely to me. I prayed to God, the Supreme Being, what have you, to please send an attractive woman my way. To give me some much needed sex, emotion and human touch and kindness and...

I don't know what. I guess I got it. In a small portion anyway. Better than nothing.

I called her tonight and she seemed standoffish and ended the phone convo after the conversation turned sexual. Maybe I was a tad vulgar but nothing more than people talk about after sexing it up the night before.

Maybe Morrison was right. People are strange.