I don’t always come back alone. Sometimes, I’ll meet a guy (or sometimes a girl) that I like and I bring them over to my place and we sleep together. I enjoy all that.
Not so much the next morning.
The morning after is always a little strange. When I wake up with someone new in my bed, I can’t be my normal naked self. Don’t ask me what that’s about. I don’t make enough money to see a head doctor.
I’ll usually put on a slip, a dress or a t-shirt. I don’t want this person seeing me in the raw – not that I’m not pretty in the daylight, because I am, but because the “moment” is usually over. If I had my way, I’d give the guy (or girl) a handshake goodbye.
Tonight, I’m staying in with no company expected. My boyfriend and I aren’t talking right now and it’s good for me, nice to have a little time alone. A lot of the time, I like my solitude.
Tuesday night and I’m writing this at my computer – naked as a jaybird. Does anyone know what that expression means? If you do, keep it to yourself.