was there a memo?

i'm not usually one to condone one-night stands and casual sex, but sometimes "get some, get gone" doesn't sound like such a bad idea. today i brought an end to a 2-month long "whatever". it turned out that he wanted to get on the expressway to Relationship Land, while i was still happily browsing around Hang-Out-And-See-What-Happens Town.

"when did boys turn into girls?" i moaned afterwards.
"i know. when are they going to learn that we just want to be treated like shit?"

exactly. wait, what? no, that wasn't really what i meant. i don't want to be treated like shit. see, it's either whambamwhat'sforbreakfast or let's dangle our feet before jumping in. a little bit of lag time between "Hello how are you" and "Let's have babies". can't have both, can't jump in without knowing how cold the water is. which is why sometimes whambam is easiest. no strings, no invested emotions, no hurt feelings.

of course, i'm in my 20's. might still be able to get away with short trysts and test-runs. bet i'll be regretting this when kismet bites back 50 years later and i'm lying in a pool of my own blood and excrement, flesh being eaten off my dead body by my pet Alsatians.