The Normal Life
Now the next year was pretty boring.
I didn’t date. No more hand jobs. Absolutely no sexual encounters at all.
Frustrating. Obviously.
But I guess it was by choice. I deleted the dating app. I stopped going out. I concentrated on my kids.
Best of all, I did end up losing a bit of the beer belly.
It wasn’t actually caused by beer by the way. I had gotten in the habit of eating fast food at work. But it’s a little sexier calling it a beer belly than a two double cheeseburger belly. Which was my daily work lunch for a few years.
I felt a little healthier. I guess it’s what my wife, um, former wife felt after giving me a hand job. I just had to go about it the long way.
No shortcuts for me. Which is fine.
I don’t need a shortcut.
Anyway, I was happy with my little lonely life.
And of course, any time you’re happy, you know what happens.
Well, that’s what happened to me.
It was 2016.
Everyone seemed to only care about politics. Simpler times.
I never expected the happiness to last but I wish it could have lasted a