The Morning (days, months, years) After

I've had my fair share of hook-ups, and I'll admit that I can't limit my number of partners to one hand... or two hands... or to the total number of distal appendages.

Too many people judge someone by the number of partners they've had. Either too few is bad or too many is bad. What constitutes a good number?

I could care less how many partners my significant other had, but sometimes I care about whom my partner has been with. I can't help but compare myself to those girls if I ever meet them.

Do guys do the same thing?

I bet they would if they knew WHO.

The other day RedSox and I headed to a late brunch at Trident Booksellers/Cafe after finally having our first late-morning together. As we browsed through the shelves while waiting for our table, somebody tapped me on the shoulder to say hi.

It was RunnerMan... a friend of a friend of a friend who, simply put, was a one-night stand. There was never any awkwardness, and even out with friends we joked fondly of our hook-up. We hadn't seen each other sober in a long time.

So while I'm standing with RedSox waiting for our table, RunnerMan comes over and starts chatting away. All the while, he is keeping intense eye contact with me. I tried to play it cool and introduced him to RedSox, but all the chit-chat happened as if RedSox wasn't around.

We briefly caught up. Thankfully his table was ready within minutes. I breathed a sigh of relief when he walked away, but I couldn't understand why I cared. Was I worried RedSox could tell we had been together, or was I worried about something else?

RunnerMan looked good. He let his hair grow out a bit. Mama LIKE!

I found him attractive. I didn't feel guilty at all... I think that was my problem.