Bringing Boxy Back.

It all started with me throwing out my condoms.

This may not sound like such a big deal to you dear readers, but for me it was distressing, disheartening, depressing and just plain upsetting. Partly because i had about $70 worth all up and that's just a waste of money, but mostly because of what it signified. Only moments before this egregious activity i had realised i couldn't actually remember the last time i had had sex, and thus required a condom. I could remember having sex (thank god) i just couldn't actually put a time, place or face to the actual last occurrence. Since this was the case i also realised that i had condoms that were either out of date, or had been left in places that are not conducive to them maintaining their function if required. Better to be safe than sorry so i went through all my bags, drawers, make-up containers and even some of my shoes and removed them all instead of risking any mishaps in the what seemed distant future. You ever want to depress yourself about the likelihood of getting laid, try throwing out masses of stashed condoms because you've had them so long you don't know if they're reliable any more.
*Sigh*

And my condition was becoming epidemic. I love sex. And once was the day when i had it whenever i wanted as much as i wanted. Now, i realised, the worryingly depressing fact was that i was so long without sharing a bed (sexually that is) that it wasn't even just the sex that i missed, it was the presence. I would have happily settled just to have someone lay on me and with me just to feel the weight of a man over me again. *Sigh* This was distressing, i am not like this.

However the story lifts. The very next time i went out, about four days after the awful condom disposal, i literally bumped into someone outside Eurotrash. A someone named Ryan. A Ryan who was tall, with dark hair, blue eyes and a great white smile. I had just left Seb and Andrew dancing the night away to go home when i fell over my own feet and into said Ryan. He didn't seem to mind and after a few minutes he somehow had lost all his mates and we were on our way to Manchuria, alone. Then after a few drinks and a little kissing we were on our way back to my place and once in my bedroom i was seriously lamenting the fact that i had gotten rid of all my condoms. Luckily he came prepared. It was a night of me getting my cake and eating it to. Not only did i have a great one night stand with a very good looking guy but i also had my desire of the weight of a man on top of me fulfilled and let me tell you, i was the better for it. That said, and gorgeous as he was we totally did not connect on a mental level so the next day i said goodbye and shut the door without exchanging numbers or deets. Short but oh so sweet.

Exactly a week after this i ended up at Eurotrash again, with some of the girls, and as we were leaving we bumped into a group of guys. Somehow we all ended up at Manchuria having drinks (is anyone else seeing a pattern emerging) and a little while after this i went home. With Nathan. Again i lamented having destroyed my stock and we stopped at a service station (but seriously after such a drought, i thought the Ryan night had been a glorious fluke) before getting home. Nathan is very different to Ryan. For a start he's blonde, he's totally country and he's sweet. Not the type i usually go for in these situations but we bonded over b-grade tv shows and other superficial details. I had forgiven him for being an engineer and he'd forgiven me for bad-mouthing engineers.* And he's a really, REALLY good kisser. So he spent the night, and apart from him getting all embarrassed at me in the servo when i asked for the condoms and me being still quite drunk and rather unco having trouble getting out of my clothes, and banging my head twice against two different walls while on the bed we managed to have a really good time (even when the other girls got home and stomped past my room, twice). He stayed in the morning, which was nice rather than awkward despite how hung over he was and i ended up giving him my number.

The point to this account? Not to fill you in on my sex life (well there's that too) but rather it can be summarised in this one phrase:
I AM TOTALLY BRINGING BOXY BACK!
And consequently I've brought some brand new condoms. And, thanks to two travelling buddies (Ms M and Aster) have had some rather more exciting ones given to me.

Kisses, L.

*That conversation had gone something like this:
L: So what do you do?
N: I do structural engineering, final semester at Monash.
L: Fuck, why is it i always meet bloody engineers?
N:Huh?
To be fair, i hadn't realised i said that last line outloud since i'd just been thinking it but you know how i am, and i do always end up meeting bloody engineers, it's like i have a brand on my forehead.