Am tempted to see a different girl on night three, but think I’m gonna stay “loyal” to my usual cutie because I don’t know when or if I’ll ever see her again.

We men are so horrible.

Always looking. It’s never enough. Always want more.

Irony is she’d be fine exploring a threesome or me seeing someone else, but I already pseudo-committed yesterday, and I’m like… not one to break appointments.

But I also don’t like getting attached. Most I ever book is five nights in a row or a weekend getaway, and then I need to take a break.

Loyalty. Weird. Feels like such a weird word to be using in this context.

I am so weird.

It’s fine. Addiction is a disease. I am powerless. I give my agency to her higher flower.

And for that… I am grateful.