At one point, in May, I declared Festival Week. I would sleep with a different guy every day for a week.
It began very well but then I missed Tuesday, so I had to start over, after which the second attempt at Festival Week went swimmingly.
Now I find myself declining casual sex because it means I’d have to take the subway.
I’m not sure what this shift portends but it can’t be good.
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