Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.

The consuming desire of most human beings is deliberately to plant their whole life in the hands of some other person. I would describe this method of searching for happiness as immature. Development of character consists solely in moving toward self-sufficiency.


-Quentin Crisp

I pushed off and rolled over to sit up and light a cigarette.  I hadn't smoked in over a year and I had a pack of Lucky Strike in my nightstand that had yet to be utilized.  My bare chest was dewy.  I tugged on the cig off of a lit match.  The sulfur scent filled my nose and entered my lungs.

"I didn't realize you smoked.  May I?"

I flipped the cigarette around to have the filter face Rahim and passed it over.

"Thanks for taking me out to dinner.  I've never had Ethiopian fare before.  I would have never pinned it as a spicy type.  When I think of Ethiopia I don't think of much outside of rice and raw vegetables."

"It was my treat.  I like taking care of those I like."

He exhaled the blue cigarette smoke and passed it back to me.

"I don't like the fact that you pick up the bill.  I've found that there is viscerality in self-sufficiency."

He chuckled and layed back against the wall of down pillows on my bed.  His chest glistened with sweet sweat beads and black hair matted to a well maintained body.  The room had gotten very heated and the windows had all fogged up.  The thunder was still crashing and the lightening was very apres peau.  The Thievery Corporation track was floating and bubbling around the base of the bed.  His caramel colored meaty hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me over onto his chest.  Chest to chest he planted more lips on my full moist lips and tugged slightly on my bottom lip with his teeth as the kiss ended.  He groaned and slid his hands over my shoulders and down the slope of my sweaty back straight down to the tops of my cheeks under my denim sailor dungarees. 

"I brought condoms."

"Oh.  That's very optomistic of you."

He chuckled and I stamped the cigaretted out in the ashtray on my bedside table.

"Jonathan."

"Rahim."

"Are you one that attaches sentiment to sex?"

"It depends I guess.  If I have the mind set of a lion on the Sahara during mating season in a Mutual of Omaha Wild Kingdom episode or if I have the mind set that I want to make sure that there is something more to me than a good orgasm to someone."

"You are an exceptional gentleman.  There will always be more to you."

"Also....the variable of whether or not I'm hygienically clean is a very important factor in the equation."

"I've never thought that sex was an equation.  I think sex is visceral....more so than self-sufficiency."

"Sex can be geometric given the angles and such.  In Riemannian geometry, the metric tensor is used to define the angle between two tangents. Where U and V are tangent vectors and gij are the components of the metric tensor G."

He gave an earthquake laugh.

"You sound like Wikipedia is all stored in your head.  I swear you know so much and all of it just kind of is crammed into that lovely head of yours."

"Actually, I read it on Wikipedia today."

We made out for a couple of hours and dry humped through denim then fell off into a slumber.  When I woke up he was gone but I could still smell him on my pillows.