(I’m mid 30s, white, reasonably fit, piercings, tattoos, somewhat fair skin, nice butt, great smile. 5’3 ish. 125 lbs probably?)

The numbers I’m about to share are likely to be damn close to accurate but don’t be calling out my math too much. I was high and drinking and indulging a tsunami of messages.

Believe I had upwards of 350 inquiries in the past 6-ish days.

Of the 350, probably 2/3 were local - or at least specified that they’re local - so they had at least some chance. Let’s call it 250 locals.

Of those 250, about half sent unsolicited dick pics which is a dealbreaker. Down to 125.

Of the 125, probably half were outside the age range I’d entertain. Younger than 25. Older than 50. So down to about 60.

Of those 60, about half just couldn’t form a coherent thought or offer any sort of charm whatsoever. Down to 30.

Of the 30, I had time for a meaningful, flirtatious chat with probably 20 of them.

Of those 20, half seemed confident enough to make real plans. 10 got either an invite to my place or an invite to grab a drink.

Of those 10, 4 flaked out shortly thereafter.

Of the remaining 6, 5 showed up.

Of the 5 that showed up, 4 were as advertised. Fun, charming, attractive.

Friday evening through Tuesday evening, I hung out with 2 of the 4 just once. Hung out with the other 2 twice each.

Of those 6 encounters, there was at least 6 hours of me happily giving head. And of course I’m not so good at playing hard to get so it evolved into sex with 3 of them. Once with one guy. Twice with another.

Four with the last. Woah. The “last guy”. Sigh.

Never saw any fireworks. Never bought any drinks of my own. Did an incredible amount of laundry. Great weekend. Lol.