The Weekend's Box Score

OK, tomorrow I see The Musician perform. Readers of my previous post will recall my anxiety----not sure she likes me, want to arrive with fun group that will provide social cachet, etc. Well, I have the most fortuitous development to report: At Urban Melissa's party on Friday night I was speaking with her boyfriend, also a musician, and not only does he know the bandmembers, he's performed with the leader on several occasions! He told me he'd be happy to introduce me to everyone in the group so regardless of what happens later, at least the foundations are in place.

Urban Melissa once told me that her boyfriend thinks I have designs on her but that he's jealous of everybody. He's a cool guy, been friendly to me on the three or four occasions we've met and we 've had great conversations about music and similar topics. I think (hope) the party dispelled any concerns on his part. Urban Melissa is a "touchy" girl with a lot of male friends and no guy likes to watch his girlfriend put her arm around another man's shoulders more than twice during the evening so I understand where he's coming from.

This Saturday, Christy arrived in town with two of her girlfriends---they stayed at a motel, she stayed with me. In my previous post I provided a product review of Rize 2, the herbal sexual stimulant I used doing Christy's previous visit. Well, Gentle Reader, there were three capsules in that bottle, leaving me with two. Having Raised Christy's expectations and not wanting to disappoint her by falling short of my previous ardor, I took the second capsule. I had six condoms remaining, which I figured should be enough for the 24-or-so hours we had planned together.

They were----just.

This raises an interesting ethical dilemma: as a lifelong baseball fan who shares the country's outrage at Barry Bonds' use of performance enhancing drugs in his pursuit of Hank Aaron's home run record, how can I justify using a sexual stimulant?

Is this considered cheating? Should my marathon bedroom performances be erased from the record book?

My rationalization is this: Barry Bonds used drugs. I used an herbal, over-the-counter stimulant, not much different from the legal body-building powders available at GNC. If any of my loyal readers has a different opinion, I will be happy to entertain it.

Anyway, I don't wish to give the impression that the entire weekend was spent in bed. It was also spent on the desk, the floor, the chair, the shower.......

OK, OK...

Saturday afternoon after our second tryst we went shopping on Michigan Avenue and Christy suggested several items of clothing that she thought would look good on me. I bought them all. Like most men I will employ almost any strategem to avoid shopping for clothes with a significant other, but Christy made it fun. Somehow. She has very good taste and she didn't ask the sort of inane questions that men hate to hear their girlfriends ask during shopping trips.

This was followed by a romantic walk on the beach, drinks with her girlfriends and finally dinner. Which was followed by a trip home for more coupling. Which was followed by a trip to a bar with her girlfriends so that they could meet some eligible Chicago men. Which was followed by a trip home for more coupling and finally sleep.

I'm not much for morning sex. Yes, like most men I usually wake up with a hard-on but my first inclinations are as likely to be of a digestive as of a sexual nature. After our early morning tryst, I found myself consumed by a desire to be alone. I was starting to feel......smothered. Christy was telling me what a wonderful time she had had and how much she liked me and kept stroking my hair and my face and I was thinking ahead to how I would spend the afternoon and evening. Hmmmm......Cubs on tv, a play with some friends, drinks, laundry....hmmmmm....Cubs on tv, a play with some friends......

Christy is nice. She is pretty. She has poise. We share chemistry. What she lacks, however, are "interests". I divide the world in two: people who take an interest and people who don't. And by "interest", I don't mean an interest in baseball or American Idol. I mean an interest in what's happening in the world. A curiosity about people, about other countries and cultures. A desire to travel. A passion for ideas.

I want my next girlfriend to be the kind of woman who always keeps a book by her nightstand. Who's not afraid of movies with subtitles. Who is open to different musical experiences. I like Christy, but, the travelling distance between us aside, dating her regularly would only lead to more mornings like Sunday.

We'll see what happens tomorrow.