Enjoy the Silence

Last night I think I had what a normal person might call a date. I met aforementioned boy for drinks; we drove around looking for a place to drink, settling on a chic bar on the strip. We met someone who immediately bought us drinks (also cute, he looked rich and trashed), and then snuck off into our own corner for some privacy. Observed a 70-something sugar daddy with two scantily dressed "ladies" at his side, and even delighted in a threesome makeout finale. We stayed until we got kicked out and tried to make the night last as long as we could. He rapped for me. A poem he wrote. It was fucking beautiful, all of it.