Woops

Right after college I moved into this small apartment building on the shoreline. I had a decent job that paid well. I was in and out of Manhattan a few times a week working for a company that hosted crazy promotional parties once or twice a month. I was partying my ass off. I had little ambitions of home ownership, so I bought everything I desired. I had a big sailboat, a motorcycle, and plenty of cash in my pocket, life was good.

During this period I was usually casually dating at least three girls at a time. I could date one or two girls in NYC and a few girls at home, and since I was always on the go it was fairly easy to manage. As I have said before, I never lied about my relationships, but I suppose I was never 100% truthful. I was non-committal with everyone. At the first sign of a "what are we" conversation I would either explain that we are merely having fun together, or would cut the girl loose. There was always another girl waiting in the wings, there was just no reason to settle down.

There was another dude living in my building on my floor that led a similar lifestyle. Andy sold heart monitors and made a ton of loot. He had a couple of nice motorcycles, a speed boat, and did very well with the ladies. We became good friends. The only difference between Andy and I was about 12 years, he was much older than I.

Andy had a revolving door of women in his life, all of whom where gorgeous. At least once a week I would walk out of my apartment and some hottie would be doing the walk of shame from Andy's place. He had about three girls that were regulars, and I think he pulled down one or two randoms a week on top of that. They were mostly doctors, nurses or chicks he picked up at the Mexican restaurant down the street, but there was never a skank in the bunch. If we went out for dinner or drinks we almost never had a tab at the end of the night. He would say "Yeah, I'm good friends with so-and-so, the manager, she took care of it for us", which was Andy-ease for "Yeah, I'm banging the manager, we don't have to pay, I'll take care of her for us."

Despite what must have been an exhausting amount of fresh pussy, Andy always talked about two girls that he dated that he said he should have married. I would say "Andy, you ran half the women's US Olympic Gymnastic Team through your place last month, you're not exactly struggling to meet girls". Andy would shrug and say "Yeah, but the key is finding substance."

What's my point?

My point is that I have very low expectations of finding substance on the Internet. I think this whole exercise is generally a waste of resources, but it could be fun like the gymnastics team. My point is also that I am a little out of practice with juggling two or three girls at a time, and I am not sure I have the energy for it. As an example, I told one girl that I would call her last night to set up a time to get together, but I totally forgot. Woops. I am meeting the firecracker tonight for drinks, I can't remember if she sold real estate or was a flight attendant. I may have to use Outlook to keep all this strait, which is sad.

To finish the story on Andy, one night we went out bar hopping together downtown. We both had friends out and were jumping from bar to bar on our bikes. It was kind of a whirlwind night, but at one place we ended up playing pool with five Russian (actually, they were Lithuanian) exchange students. We hit a few more bars, then Andy said "I'm going to go find those Russian girls, you want to come with?", but I declined, I was working on a cougar at the bar we were in. Andy found the Russian girls and married one the following year. They bought a restaurant on the beach in Mexico and live there now with their daughter and dog.