Rize Up Gather 'Round

Nick's on Sunday night. After the Bears loss. A chance to enjoy some male company after my estrogen-filled weekend. And, there she was. Was it her? Dirty blonde hair, 20-something, working a crossword puzzle. And dreadlocks.

I had watched the game at Drinking Buddy's place and he told me about the girl he met the previous evening. He described her as looking like Angelina Jolie but with dreadlocks. College student in pre-med who worked at the airport. He said that they had a great conversation and had exchanged numbers and email addresses. He wasn't up for going to Nick's after the game---Drinking Buddy usually does not follow up one hard-drinking night with another.

She was sitting next to me.

"Do you work at the airport?" I asked her.

"Yes....you must travel a lot....."

"More than I'd like."

"What do you do?"

I know what you're wondering. Did I hit on the girl Drinking Buddy had tagged earlier? Did I trot out one of those stories that are designed to capture the attention of women in bars?

I did not. I made small talk with her for a couple minutes and turned back to my male companions. I'd rather not hit on someone a friend is interested in. If I were interested, there's a strict protocol to follow. First, the attraction has to be overpowering. Second, the buddy gets first chance to make his pitch. If it's rejected, you can then move in. And at any rate, white girls with dreadlocks strike me as granola and I'm not interested in herbal/alternative healing or vegan food or demonstrations against globalization.

Also, there was nothing left in the tank.

Wednesday night was spent with Suburban Melissa. Friday night was with Marla and that left me pretty drained. Ginger was arriving on the train for an overnight visit, so I decided to take a Rize pill. For those of you unfamiliar with it, Rize is an herbal alternative to viagra. It is remarkably effective but on the three previous occasions that I've tried it it has given me heartburn to match my sexual appetite. This time, I decided to cook a big breakfast for myself and Marla before popping the pill. Marla left, and I went to meet Ginger's train.

Ginger had brought some lingerie to model and it was previously agreed that we would stay in and order pizza. And that she would let me tie her up. We weren't home two minutes before both of us were naked and the sex was incredibly hot but, to be honest, married-having-an-affair sex is always hot. There's an element of taboo that transcends the act itself. She got incredibly into the bondage (I used a necktie instead of something more....forbidding. First time comfort level and all that.) and had what she claimed was only the third intercourse orgasm she had ever experienced. However, Rize has a powerful effect on me and just because it's possible to have sex for an hour doesn't mean that you should have sex for an hour.

Yeah. I was exhausted. Using an enhancement supplement is a little like the ancient Romans using the vomitorium so they could continue to experience the pleasure of food. I started to get a headache after awhile. On a couple occasions in my life I have faked an orgasm but I gave Ginger the Real Deal. The heartburn was there, but manageable.

After round three we ordered pizza and Ginger opened up her overnight bag and took out.....

Mike's Hard Berry. I kid you not.

Sometimes being with Ginger makes me feel like my parents have gone out for the evening and my high school girlfriend is over at the house.

Anyway, we watched Mulholland Drive and Pulp Fiction, neither of which she had seen, and crashed. In the morning, I had a splitting headache and Ginger wanted to cuddle. The thing about me is, I like to be alone in the morning. I made breakfast for us both, got Ginger a cab and spent the rest of the time before the game cleaning my apartment. Marla had suggested possibly watching the game together, but football watching is really more of a guy activity for me so I went over to Drinking Buddy's. After which I went to Nick's.

Ginger sent me an email today telling me I opened up sexual worlds that she didn't know existed and asking if I was getting bored of her, citing the fact that I slept on my own side of the bed and wasn't really talkative in the morning. I don't know how to respond. I had a headache and I was really tired. I hope she doesn't start getting insecure on me. Or clingy. We'll see what happens.

However, she does drink Mike's Hard Berry.....