April 22, 2024
Every year at this time, I remember Dylan. A lovely young man of 26 (FUCK! 26!) whom I seduced after everyone had left my 56th birthday party at the Backdoor in Louisville. He let me lure him away from his friend, who was visibly disgusted, which made me giggle and laugh and giggle and laugh out loud. I remember Dylan smiling at me with the goofiest grin, and I saw I had him. I had him. I was amazed, but not really. I’m fun and fat and old, but way way fun.
After a short while, I dragged him out of the bar and put him in an Uber. It wasn’t hard. I wasn’t really dragging him. It didn’t take much coaxing. Back to the Henry Clay we went, where I gave him a blowjob which was interrupted by violent vomiting. I remember watching him in the bathroom (I was drunk, too) while he splashed my antique lace shower curtain with vomit. I laughed. I still laugh. Then I proceeded to follow him around the apartment with a plastic wastepaper basket. We finally slept and the next morning, we had some very brief sex.
“I always cum really fast after I’ve been drinking,” he said apologetically.
Oh goodness, did I not mind! It was truly truly the most memorable, the absolute best birthday EVER. I haven’t seen him since but we text periodically, always around my birthday. We texted this morning.
April 23, 2019
Dylan:
I had fun but I do have a girlfriend. I made a bad decision. Don’t get me wrong I had fun but it’s not something I can do again.
Me:
OK Dylan. I understand. But I’ll never forget my 56th birthday!!! Thank you SO MUCH!
It wasn’t a bad decision. Don’t tell her. It was a onetime thing. You’re a good guy. I wish you all good things. Be well!
Dylan:
Thank you. I’m glad we had a good time, I sure did. If I were single trust me I’d be over there often!
Me:
Good to know! Maybe someday. You’re awesome!
Dylan:
You are freaky and I like it! I may be over sooner than you think…
