I have never been the booty call type. It seems like a weakness to me to sit at home and call—or worse, text—someone to come over so I can relieve myself in/on her. Not a weakness in general, but to me. Even when I just want to fuck and treat someone like an object, there’s the modicum of respectful behavior. So, I hold myself back. I can wait. I’m an expert at patience and arrangements.
A formal date is fine, something atmospheric. I like walking around. Her in a big coat, me in some flimsy jacket. This town turned out to be winter lite. She brought it up before: “Aren’t you cold?”
She’s aware of why I ask her. Partially, anyway. I haven’t said everything, but enough. A broken heart is an attractant. A firm aggressiveness, another. In her I find the eagerness to please. Me, her daddy, some past boyfriend. Who knows. She hasn’t said everything either, and it takes a lot out of me to resist digging into her. Instead, we discuss light things. Film studies. Literature. The philosophy thereof. It’s only been a few dates. We talked about mutual masturbation like it was a pasttime. I catch her on the cusp of tears and she digs her face into anything she can get a hold of.
The directness and reciprocation is like a drug. I want it now. The hormonal impulse is like a steady heartbeat that increases when I see her.
My right testicle has taken to getting sore from time to time, after I masturbate. I’ve taken to it more often. I don’t believe I’m being unnecessarily rough with myself, so I’m left to wonder about possibilities. Hyperextension, cancer, unknown malfunction. It worries me for a few responsible minutes. I proceed with life without health insurance not because of more savings, but because I like to prove things. I can live without insurance. I can ride a motorcycle without a helmet. I can jump out of a plane. I can fuck without falling in love.
I dreamt that I was with her at a window. Both nude. Me and my scarred, hairy ridges; her and her ragged-long hair and lumpy hips. There were the four black finches I’d seen a few days before sitting on a power line outside my office. We just watched them.