Naughty by Nature... ?
Reminiscing on men + sex

I was walking Hampton (the dog) this afternoon when a lost thought popped in my head. Lost only because I'm no longer in contact with the person involved with the thought. Those who have known me awhile, remember Alfredo Medina? A.K.A. My first attempt at dating.

Yeah, that was such a lust filled relationship. It only lasted maybe a month, if that. And what most of y'all don't know is how this all began. After I graduated from SMU, I took on a stockroom management position at Armani Exchange. While here, I crossed paths with Alfredo. At the time, he was a friend of my manager, James.

When I worked at A|X, I hung out at James' apartment pretty regularly. Summer 2001, Alfredo moved in with James, which gave me plenty of opportunities to make my move. We flirted A LOT, so I knew I could snag him. Well, one night James decided to bust out his Swatch collection. No joke. I believe it lasted about an hour. Maybe longer. Either way, Alfredo and I were falling asleep.

In the midst of the time piece showcase, Alfredo moved to a couch on the other end of the living room and yes, I followed. James realized that everyone was tired, so he put the Swatches away and went to bed. In the living room, sat Stef and Alfredo. What came next... funny I used that phrase here... I can't go into detail because I simply choose not to. What I can say is Alfredo did contribute to my decision to NEVER bottom during casual encounters.

Which works well, since I don't participate in such acts... anymore. Sex without love does absolutely nothing for me. I've had two casual encounters in my life and I'm NEVER doing that to myself again. Both times I felt like a whore because it always ended with me servicing some idiot who thought playing porn and/or allowing his pets watch was sexy; leaving me unsatisfied and wanting to get the hell out of the situation.

Lesson learned.