The brief lull, if you can call it that
Of course I didn't go cold turkey. Who could? I had grown addicted to the attention. The physical rush that came with chatting, flirting, and planning...the first meeting. I wish I could say I wanted a steady boyfriend, fucktoy, or whatever you want to call it. But I don't think I actually did. That anticipation of having a complete stranger knock on my door for only one reason was exhilarating. It was my adrenaline rush. It was my high. My drug. I loved it. I remember trying to relay the feeling to a friend at lunch. "How does it make me feel to have hot 20 something strangers want to come over and ravage my body?" Fucking amazing. Of course it was a dangerous existence, especially for a woman living alone. Short and long term. I guess I'm lucky I didn't end up in pieces shattered across the city...or worse, with a STD. It was that lunch, though, with my friend where a slight shift in my trajectory took place. To back up a bit, this was a childhood friend.