I’m 40 in 15 days.

Matt invited me to go for a day hike on Saturday because he wasn’t free Friday or Saturday night. So I drove alllllllll the way down to the O.C. again to see him.

It was becoming clear to me while hiking on a shade-free hill above luxury European sedans and bleached assholes that conversation with him took work. To alleviate whatever concerns he had or I had or the both of us about sex happening to fast (even tho he straight up baited me with it the day before), I really made an effort. I asked him about his family, about coming out, about his college years. I listened, I asked questions. I was genuinely interested. He’s a really cool guy. Did I get that same engagement back? Nope. Oh wait, my bad. He asked me what kind of music I liked when we got back to the car.

There was just enough time to get lunch before he had to go meet his friends at a concert. He forgot his wallet at home. No worries. I’ll happily pay for that shit. During the lunch, the beer loosened us up. It was nice. We had a good meal. We joked. But you know what was in the back of my head the whole time…WILL WE HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO HAVE SEX?!?!?!

We get back to his place.

Me: I don’t want you to be late so I’ll get out of your hair.

Him: I have to get in the shower. But chill out on the couch and I’ll be quick.

Me: Well, you’ll just be rushing out the door. It’s all good.

Mad kissing ensues. Crazy hot kissing. We drop our gym shorts in the middle of the dining room. We stand there jerking each other off. Yes, it was hot. Very hot. But then right before I came, he gets on his knees and swallows my load, then promptly cums himself.

I was in a daze.

Him: Ok. I really gotta get ready now.

A few minutes later, I was walking out to my car.

I sent a text telling him thank you for being my sexy nature tour guide and that I hoped he had a fun time at his concert.

I never heard back from him.