A little while ago, I had tired of the quality of my extracurricular encounters. I stopped being interested; I didn't go out, and I didn't miss it. But I've fallen off the wagon. I've slept with 1,2,3 guys in the last two weeks.

On my drive back from Rochester, angry and mentally exhausted after chewing out Bump and Chaffee in imaginary one-sided lectures, I detoured on impulse to the bath house in Columbus -- yes, the same bath house that I wrote about with such disdain a few weeks earlier when in town with C. And regardless of my original reasons for swinging by or what I might anticipate as soon as I was buzzed through the qindow-less door, I found a fully-stocked gym (as in weights). I hit them with ferocity... and ached for three days afterwards. In addition to exhausting myself on all manner of free and machine weights, it felt great to use the sauna, the steam room and the jacuzzi afterwards. Of course, there were other things going on there, and I porked some guy in his private room -- rooms with signs on the door stating "Only One Occupant Allowed". Would you believe this is only my second visit ever to a bathhouse? They have such a great gym, that I might return -- Is that like subscribing to Playboy for the articles?

Last night, I went out dancing and, after dancing, I stopped by a certain skanky bar. And lo and behold, I ran into a nice guy I had had a previous encounter with, along with his chat for the evening. Both had shaved, gym bunny bodies. Whatever. Well, I invited them back to my place for some fun. Which was had by all. Supposedly these two were tops, but since one had his mouth full and the other one's head was buried in a pillow, perhaps I misunderstood. One of them ran home as soon as he was finished, but the other -- my previous encounter -- stayed for another round. I was a bit tired today.

I read this post back; I think it's a leeetle angry. Oh dear. Well, I'm sure this silliness will stop when I move back to Dayton. The silliness should stop.