Men/Sex As Reason, Season, or Lifetime by Kyle Phoenix

Recently I was contacted by a blast from the past---an ex---10 years ago we dated for about 6 months, then fizzled out, I had my first live in BF and then when we broke up, I called the first ex to come over and relieve my sexual boredom (as I knew he was safe, reliable, available, etc.)  We'll call the first one, Carlos #1(that used to be my codename for guys I was seeing to friends and such---I have this whole theory about not exactly discretion but I've dated....some high profile people, a few rich ones, some older and even once or twice some in positions of influence that would've affected how my co-workers viewed me...and ironically two of their names were actually Carlos so it kind of stuck)<<<<

Carlos #2 was just a brief one night stand that became my go to sex date/friend with benefits for a couple of years while single and dating.  The most hilarious thing happening while I was teaching a class with a huge video screen, using a cable TV show as a edutainment/learning example and as I turn to the screen Carlos #2 is on the show---I actually said out loud "Holy shit!"

I bring up the above because Carlos #1 coincidentally called a few weeks later out of the blue while I was sitting in my home office actually taping a Kyle Phoenix online video.  He mentioned that he'd had a ton of boxes in storage, found an old journal with my name and number in it and was giving me a call up, how was I doing?

The great thing about Carlos #1 was that he was always leaning in to have a relationship.  The bad thing about him was that he wasn't exactly boring---he wrote me a poem titled Emergency Sex (more on that later)----but I honestly wasn't that excitedly, over the moon, hate to see him go but love to watch him leave---attracted to him.  He was a hook-up that sort of just went on and on and on and on for lack of anything (one) better to do.

I have since learned, having graduated and survived my 20s that involved covens, trans folk, atheists, a Turkish prince, a Broadway producer, 100 internet dates to improve my skills in one year and a short time in jail for forgetting that I had melanin in my skin, in a melanin light township, that people, even relationships of a romantic slant boil down to Reason, Season or Lifetime.  

Carlos #1 was the atheist.  We met during my 100 Dates sojourn and hit it off----maybe we did, I'm never quite sure.  He seemed to have had a better time in discussions, late night dinners and in bed than I remember.  He was a Gemini.  He talked.....a lot.  Like so much that I now sort of scoot away when Geminis hit on me, afraid of the potential chatter.  He was educated, interesting but that was when I was Mr. Corporate working 16 hour days so a four hour late night date for 15 minutes of bad sex every other evening was a bit much.

Why was the sex bad?  

Because he never shut up.  
It was like going to bed with a sportscaster, with blow by blow commentating.  And I remember thinking  pf the hook up go wrong and long---am I the bad one here?  Other than the fact that I really didn't feel anything for him and he slept in the dead center of my king sized bed, he wasn't a bad guy.  

Ok the sex was....mediocre.  (I write like Carrie but I'm really Samantha....:) )  

The best sex we ever had was when he had to leave for work after dinner and suddenly he said---"We didn't have sex!" and I was like if you can shut up for 15 minutes, we can have emergency sex."  
He did.  
We did.  
It was actually pretty good.  
He enjoyed it so much that on the edge of the bed he wrote me the poem titled "Emergency Sex."  I framed it.  He'd been an awarding winning poet in his homeland.  However he was just Season, about 3-4 months.

Carlos #2 was sort of a one night stand that just sort of kept happening over and over.  He was almost 10 years younger than me though he didn't look it so I didn't take him completely seriously.  The fact that he was also a notoriously promiscuous by his own admission meant that I really wasn't ever going to take him seriously.  Until he broke down that he'd been trying to figure out how to introduce me to his mother.  (This fateful conversation came about one hot summer weekday that I'd taken off from work just to frolic and all the condoms had run we were sort of forced to stop frolicking and talk.)  His offer of a relationship came with the understanding that I accept that he was a serial cheater and whomever he was officially partnered with, he was probably cheating on.  No, you can't make this up.  I politely declined.  He was sort of my Sex Reason.  Reason?  he was very attractive, very smart, very fun sexually.  He was pretty.....and a little pretzel like in his contortionistic talents.  Not all Reasons are deep.  Don't judge.

Lifetime Men?

To date, there have been 5 serious---why I could marry you and watch you grow old and die relationships.  
They didn't accept/propose, and I didn't propose/accept but they have been present.  

  • Carlos #1 technically happened before Lifetime Possibility #3 and briefly afterwards.  
  • Carlos #2 occurred sort of along the long time courtship of Lifetime Possibility #4 and ironically they both had the same name.  

I looked at it as the universe allowing me to test out LP #4 with the Carlos #2, who he also bore a striking resemblance.  But with three other Carlos's---#3 who was an escort, #4 who liked to be spanked (who I had to give up because I liked him so much more than our sexual rendezvous were ever going to manifest into.....but Lord as my witness, he was fun!) and #5 who had a gang rape fantasy and ADHD that no one in their right mind would fulfill with him---I hear he later got it someone not in their right mind, I started charting the men in my life as Reason, Season, Lifetime to get a handle on the distinction in feelings and therefore save my own heart.

I learned along the way that there were men who possibly fit all three categories.  I also learned that I didn't have to be attached to mandating an outcome, that I was most swept off of my feet---well as close of an emotional approximation that I can come to that feeling---when I was honest about what we were doing.  
  1. When I was honest with myself.  
  2. When I was honest that I didn't love this person, and never would.  
  3. When I was honest that I found another lacking or incompatible or even boring and wasn't interested in settling...even if they wrote me poetry.  
And I learned that one lives many lives within one's own lifetime, that what I thought was attractive 15 years ago doesn't even hold a candle to who I've had fun with and loved since.  That everyone has a college tale of heartbreak.  That every graduate degree has an ill fated relationship.  That having your own apartment and money in Washington Heights can literally make  you King of the man-hill.

I look forward to the next 50 years---some of them like the past ones, dates, loves, one nighters with an eager anticipation because following Marianne Williamson's advice---instead of arriving at men with a frame, that is adorned with rubies and diamonds---one's figurative blood and tears---I now arrive and just look at them as a canvas and wonder silently what kind of frame fits around them.  I also have learned to appreciate and like men and women and children in a way that doesn't seek to have them fulfill my needs as much.  

Again taking a note from Marianne I arrive with: "You've often prayed for a special angel to like and love you and here I am!  And my work is tell you how beautiful you are."

Wildly, as lovey dovey as that sounds, for even one's one night stands---exuding that acceptance and love, particularly to MSM has worked out nicely....I mean come on they're writing poetry about me! :)

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