Ode to a One Night Stander

Aaaaannnnd scene! It's sad to witness the irony of it all... I was waiting a few days to see if you'd manifest anything. Niente. Bottom line, I don't really want to hang out again and I'm not really attracted to you, but I did have a great night, so I was curious to see how the aftermath would play. Well, the contrast between our date and its aftermath is striking. It all feels fake now, and those soft words in my ears, the "smittening", I mind as well toss them in the trash. I mean, do guys really have no balls these days? Please, tell me. One says one has been thinking about a lady for a while, really thought she was special, at first sight, and after one finally gets in bed with her, years later, the charm is gone? Why? Did one change his mind about the lady because one got to ejaculate once? Tristesse! First time sex is exciting sex but hardly ever deep. A man should know so much. Or, are we dealing with the stereotypical case of hunter got the prey, hunter is sated, hunter goes home?

I thought you were above average Lalaland Joe. But apparently, no. The trick with the One-Night Stander is that he barely ever reveals his profile at first sight. The very fact that he's not communicating is giving away his true identity. Hence my reason to only mention sex above. If there was any real feelings to follow up on, they would already be shared. Women don't mind One-Night Stander, but they hate disguised ones. Keep you woo-woos, be a proud one night lover and let's all have a wonderful time. Too easy... The LA One-Night stander is a trickster and a coward. Is your "busy" Hollywood life has given you a not-so-rare case of amnesia and you forgot that I even spent the night with you? Do they think we're stupid? It's offensive. No one is too busy for me. Like my friend Dana says: "Busy is another word for asshole!" She's right. 

Most L.A. guys just don't call anymore, they text at best when their genitals are too full or they don't even text at all. No matter how much they appreciated the woman they spent an evening with, she's not even granted the courtesy of a: "It was nice but I don't want to see you again." That would be too courageous to do for average Lalaland Joe. Here, lots of men make women feel unappreciated, un-courted. And lots of women play overly sexualized power trips to control men, I'm aware. But the real tango, the feminine/masculine dance is doomed, fated. It's tragic. 

Sadness colors that tragedy, a little. The bloodless story of modern relationships. The irony lays in the very events of our movie night. You know... "Her"... It was a really a promising title tough, but life shows itself before it even happens, sometimes in front of our eyes, on the big screen. It's Hollywood after all. Up to us to take note. And that's kind of poetic, or at least good material for reflection. We were not going to be a good story, but your silence gives me a great space to say what I think and probably make it a decent post for my blog. I still really appreciated our evening, yet it just lost half its life juice. C'est la vie!