I have to admit that one of the reasons I like New York is that I feel like I have a solid handle on how things work between boys and girls in this town. It's home court, where I did nearly all my sexual maturation. I remember being struck when I moved to SF at how confusing things were. It wasn't even that, in the end, I was any less likely to wind up in bed with someone cute. I don't have a good explanation for it, other than to say that I always felt a bit on the defensive in California, whereas being back in the five boros, I feel like I'm in my element.

All of which is neither here nor there. I've been chaste since before we got on the road this summer, and that remains unchanged. But the way things are going, not for too much longer. Mainly I say that because it's clear that on a sub-conscious level (e.g. on a plane not of my choosing) I'm in the hunt. On a conscious level I'm trying a different angle, trying to be intentional about everything, trying to be an initiator with the highest of standards rather than just another 20-something man-slut.

Yes. Judging by the kind of itch I have, someone is going to get it good. My real hope is that all this confidence and adventurism I feel will lead me to something that outlasts the ephemeral. We'll see how it plays out. I think it's going to be fun, no matter what.