...but those are few and far inbetween.
...and i've got needs--a surplus of impulses [not to mention, a lack of convictions].

...so, from time to time, i find myself in the [compromising] company of someone less me-savvy [but to be fair: reasonably pulchritudinous].

now then. before i get to the point [which should provoke unsavoury judgements]... i WAS in a pub. and as most should know: the magickal age in America for achieving such a feat is 21.
meaning, i would like for y'all to infer that i was somewhat hoodwinked. [though, the pub isn't 21+ until after the 21st hour of the day. ...and it was the late afternoon. ...and i hadn't been drinking. ...cos i was only dropping of my rent and picking up my post, which i must do at the pub.] [[sidenote: completing these necessary tasks in such a locale is most cumbersome.]]

but i digress.

so about blah-blah-blah and yadda-yadda later, i've managed to be picked up and led home. moreover, due to the shock experienced by being picked up at all [let alone in the aftermiddle of the day in a straight bar], it did not take long for me and other party to de-robe.

AND RIGHT BEFORE WE GET TO THE GOOD SO-SO STUFF... other party somehow manages to admit his age: 18.

18!!!! [[my god! the shame! i admit it; now come back to me.]]

perhaps it's just me, but does anyone find [barring any conspicuous disease or ghastly abnormality] that whenst unclothed... it's kind of the point of no return? [[and heaven forbid i be rude.]]

...i just kept trucking--manning through it.

HOWEVER.

note to self: next time in accepting the advances of a forthright 18 year-old, make sure to ask his specific birthdate so as to not spend the majority of the roll-in-the-hay trying to maintain an erection whilst your mind is wrought-sick with worry that you are possibly sleeping with someone born in the '90s.

[late november 1989.]
[[phew.]]
[[[by the skin of my teeth, that one.]]]