twenty-something

When he suggested brunch in the South End, I should have said no.

Brunch? South End?

Nothing against any of it, but that's just not me.

But I said yes. Because he was hot. And funny. So he got a pass, though mostly for being hot.

I'm tired of sleeping alone. It may be over 60 degrees in Boston today, but the nights are still cold and my bed, while big and comfy, usually just feels big. I don't necessarily want to have hot, dirty sex before sleeping -- although I certainly wouldn't say no -- but, damn it, I want somebody, and not just anybody, for some afterglow, cuddling, spooning, snoring, and lots of morning breath. (Don't get any ideas -- I'm not kinky about it, I just find it intimately and endearingly human.)