The snow is here, which has led to an overflow of suitors and rampant innuendo. Cold weather makes everybody horny. It’s a fact.
I’ll start with WOODY, a tour manager I worked with about a month ago. He was pretty sexy in a wizard kind of way – very tall, long hair and crazy teeth. We just worked together for the one day, but he has emailed me a couple times since about business. Then he called last night to say he would be in town soon and wanted to ‘act out a romantic comedy’ with me. We’re having drinks this week.
RUSSELL HAMMOND [cranky guitarist I toured/slept with once] emailed me a few weeks ago to say hello. This man is all kinds of trouble: He is great in bed and he’s got a girlfriend. He lives far away and we rarely talk, but once in a while we catch up and imply filthy acts on one another. He invited me to visit his city and take a bath with him… A thousand sighs.
And then there is ELLIOT [funny friend I boned for a while earlier this year]. The fact that sex is always a possibility with him is both alluring and repellent. If he was just an easy booty call, I could be into it. But there is a hint of lovey-dovey in him that scares me away. He called and asked if I wanted to come over to ‘watch a movie,’ which for men everywhere (and yours truly) is code for ‘boner time.’ However, hurt feelings seem to be inevitable here so I am going to refrain for now.
This cold weather heat isn’t just happening to me. Every one of my single friends is getting some, or being trampled with propositions. It’s an exciting time. Happy Holidays to my libido and yours.
