An Adult Tale

I never once had an idol, but an idol once had me. I didn't even know he was an idol, so I suppose that had something to do with it. The fling lasted a brief 32.5 minutes, and was reduced to a quick shag in the airport bathroom. He must have thought he was doing me a favor, that he was a real handsome guy or what some may call the bee's knees. I knew nothing about it. It was just a fling for me. I was trying to get over my long lost love. It was a dog. My dog and best friend had died that week and the only thing I could do to get my mind off of it was have cheap encounters with handsome men, or at least they had to be handsome after a few drinks. Before my best dog friend died, I had never had a fling. This week I've had 4. I suppose that makes me a loser, or at least a free lover looking for a half hour of dating free of hassle or more heartache. Losing my dog was enough heartache for one week.

I don't know if it helped really. I suppose it just avoided my thinking about it. That's what shallow humans do, isn't it? Avoid our innermost feelings at all costs. The cost of venereal disease or what have you. It doesn't matter really, as long as we don't have to think of the pain of losing someone or something that made us happy. Drown it in alcohol, drown it in drugs or this time it was sex. I have no excuses except that I wasn't equipped to deal with the pain. So this idol, he had me. I only became aware of it after the fact, when he told me that if I felt the need to tell all my girlfriends that I had been with his majesty that I should think twice because they wouldn't believe me anyways and he would deny it and I'd end up in the funny house. Funny thing is, I still don't know who this so called idol was.