The Best
‘you will be my third today’
he was proud of his virility
‘I save the best for last’
I wasn’t interested in being his best
‘you have a nice ass’
not that I thought he was
anything more than a fun fuck
but to hear of his conquests
wasn’t arousing me
we’d met on line
he was a 30 something
whose nickname was blktop4u
blk meaning black
it started with him messaging me
I had glanced at his profile
even though there was no pic
it laid out the facts honestly
the first time we hooked up
I didn’t expect him to show
but he did
he was as he claimed to be
though his profile
didn’t say he needed to fuck
three times a day
that fact didn’t come out for a year
we’d meet every month or so
I’d hear about his background
but he was so fearful of identity theft
we could only make contact
via the dating site
no cell phone
no email
sometimes longish text chats
on the site
then he’d show up
as arranged
until one day he didn’t
he contacted me two days later
to explain
he’d had a better offer
in a deluxe condo
so my interest changed
next time we chatted
he was so keen to play
I declined
I declined another two times
then said sure come on over
but if you’re a no show
it’s a no go ever again
I began to discount
everything he told me
there was no truth
in the shifting life of a man
who wouldn’t even tell me his name
things were okay until he told me
‘you will be my third today
I save the best for last’
I declined to be part of his body count
said no
he asked why
I replied
you can’t always get what you want
then blocked him
because he wasn’t the best
A poet friend of mine recently started a little discussion about pieces we’ve written but that we have chosen not to share for various reasons – such as – didn’t want to tigger listeners/readers, too emotionally revealing, too blunt & judgemental. For me this is one that I am tempted to hide away – or put in an envelope ‘to be opened twenty years after my death.’ Hidden because of the the racial content & also because of what it reveals about my sex life.
It’s also a piece about a backhanded compliment. When ‘he’ said I was the best I’m sure he didn’t realize what he was saying wasn’t heard as a compliment. For the most part this is a factual real life adventure. I’ve omitted a few details that didn’t add enough to the story. The dialogue is verbatim.
Because of his secrecy I was never interested in letting our interaction become more than physical. As time passed I became more ‘illusive’ as well. It takes more than sex to keep me interested. But he never asked for more than sex, either. never needed transit money etc.
Then he made the mistake of telling me about his sex life. Now, I didn’t think he was a one man man nor did I expect him to be. I’m a realist. I didn’t trust all of what he told me most of the time but when he casually mentioned ‘my third today’ I believed him. I didn’t challenge him, what was the point after all we were merely FB with no strings. My reply is also verbatim.
I have heard from him since – I guess that’s one of the rewards of being ‘the best.’ No thanks.
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