This past week I had sex with a new dude and it was terrible.

It was trash. It was another weakass addition to my body count.

But after I managed to kick him out of my place after several “I’m tired”s, “I have an early meeting tomorrow” (which was 100% true), and encouraging him to go back home and check on his puppy, I couldn’t be happier at the fact he could not satisfy me sexually.

I was fucking ecstatic.

WHY?

Cause I would’ve kept homeboy on the roster had he just been able to do his job in the bedroom. We’ve had multiple dates and after each one it became more and more alarmingly clear that he had a basic personality. The only thing he had going for him was that I found him attractive and I didn’t mind accompanying him to dinner. A few hours can fly if you just allow a cocky man to speak to his heart’s content.

I knew early on that his attributes would not add up to what I consider a full package. He wasn’t intellectually stimulating. He never let me finish a story. I never really bothered to show him my true self because it was obvious he couldn’t appreciate me for me, especially my sense of humor. There were so many signs that I would be wasting my time if I continued seeing him, but I needed to test the waters and try out the D. Sometimes all you need is a good meal and good D, at least while you continue to look for someone with more substance.

I would’ve settled for that situation. Key word SETTLED and I’m not one for settling.

So, fuck settling. Onto the next.