Flavor of the Week

There used to be a day when I would have been envious of my friend Mike. Showing up at a scheduled event with a hot brunette who still looked as though she was trying to remember exactly what acts she performed the night before. He is a recent new member to the growing population known as divorcees, yet he is already managing to hook up with younger, hot, ladies who look fresh off the stripper pole. I only see Mike about twice a week on the football field where we co-coach youth flag football team together. So I cannot tell you what kind of work goes into bedding such ladies, but judging by how rough around the edges they both looked, I am assuming it involves a threesome with Captain Morgan. When I asked him who his new lady was, he simply replied, "She is just the flavor of the week". He then told me not to waste the effort of getting to know her name. So back to my original thought, being jealous of Mr Player himself. Now that I am teetering on the threshold of falling(again) into that divorcee class myself, it is not looking so appealing. I mean sure the hormone rush of experiencing sex for the first time with someone new could be something fun. But what about the morning after, when you wake up & realize that if you were fortunate enough to avoid the quagmire of STD's out there, you still have this stranger lying next to you. And lets face it, you both are probably thinking, "How do I get out of here with the least possible interaction at all?" I vaguely remember a few mornings like that back in my college days. In Mike's case, the fact he brought this "stranger" to a family friendly function tells me that 1)he drove home from the club & left her ride there(if she has one), and 2)he did not trust her enough to leave her alone in his apartment. I am a romantic kind of guy(I think so at least) and there is little room for quoting poetry or leaving a hand written note between helping her scoop the $1's off the club floor, and helping her scoop her panties off your car floorboards. No, it's actually the romantic stuff like that which I miss  the most in my current situation, but at least I have the luxury of knowing from our history that it's possible with her. Starting over with a new girl each week can be a benefit if you don't want to bogged down with someone else's baggage I guess. If she is having a bad week, or is depressed cause her puppy was diagnosed with erectile dysfunction, you don't have to listen or even act like you care. You can be rude, blunt, and selfish, because if she gets mad or hurt and stops calling, you can simply go meet a new flavor next Friday night. Unfortunately I am more of a connection person. I mean I like to connect with the person I am with. As much as a boner killer as it can be, I am aware that my wife may be having a week of ass blasting gas along with a constant fluctuation from diarrhea to constipation. And because I genuinely care for her I am afforded the ability to let her know that I feel for her condition and I am here for her if she needs anything(just aim that ass the other way before you toot baby). Granted it does make having a sex life even harder because, not only do I have to deal with Aunt Flow, I have to hope on the few nights a month that she is not IBS'ing she will be in the mood. The odds are against me on that one! But even so, blue balls aside, I am not ready to trade for the rotating door of  poon that Mike has just yet. Come to think of it, Mike has a new flavor of the week by picking up a new club girl as needed. But do I have to say that means I am stuck with plain old vanilla for the rest of my life? Heck to the no, my wife's moods & personality can fluctuate from such extremes some days, that at times she seems like a whole new person than the one I left  in the morning as I head to work. So in a way, I get a new flavor on occasion as it is, but my new flavor always comes wrapping in the same sexy package. And to top it off. I know I can trust her alone in my house when I go out!