The Plight of Being Single During “Cuffing Season”

It started snowing out here on Thanksgiving, and that first snow was symbolic to me for two reasons. It was the night that I decided that I was going to make a change in my life and starting blogging and it also marked the beginning of good ‘ol cuffing season.

For all of you that don’ t know, “cuffing season” is the time of the year when people jump into relationships to avoid going out and having “fun”. Fall and winter are the optimal times to do this  because noticeably less people hit the bars and clubs to avoid going out in the cold.

Granted I’m trying to find the root of my hypersexuality and promiscuity, and I must admit that I am making strides in that direction. However, that doesn’t mean that I still don’t get horny.

Sure I can go online and watch porn, maybe watch some of the ones I’ve made in the past, but dammit I still want the real thing. So I see no issue with sleeping with someone that I’ve already slept with in the past, that’s not whoring, that’s just furthering a “bond” (for a lack of better words).

Its safer (in theory) and it keeps my “number” down, so what’s so wrong with that?

My issue with cuffing season in general, and this year in particular, is the fact that all of the people that have helped me explore my sexuality are now “dating”.

I know what you’re thinking. “Why can’t they be in love? Why are you so bitter?”

The truth is, I’m not. These are people that I know, and when I tell you I KNOW, live for sex; they revel in it. Not just with me or one-on-one either, they love to sleep around and take their sexuality to the limits.

I’ll tell you about two.

Number  1, was a “verse top” I met in September that I’ve topped 4 times before. Each time, he took it like a pro and twice let me get him on film (he’s that kind of freak). The last time we hooked up, he invited me to a house where he had already been getting dicked down by two other guys and was lending his top talents to an older guy that owned the house.

So I figured he was a freak. Someone I could count on to help me “relieve some stress” when I needed to. Wrong.

I text him about 2 weeks ago asking what he was up to and he asked for a pic. Annoyed, but horny, I obliged. I was greeted by a “nice dick, send me a face pic” response and an alarm went off in my head. “Did he get a new number?” Nope.

Turns out someone was using his phone that was claiming to be his boyfriend.

Now before you beat me up for this, I don’t know about you guys, but WHO jumps into a relationship days and I mean DAYS after slobbing down and bottoming for 3 different guys in one night and sleeps with someone on a weekly basis with no strings attached?!  WHO?!

That wasn’t the end of my plight.

Guy number 2, a guy I met earlier in the summer during a group setting that involved 7 guys and he was the only bottom, spent the past weekend ignoring me. Granted we had just hooked up Thursday, but I wanted to just say hey. (I’m not always about sex).

Today, I was browsing facebook and I come across that same bottom’s picture on a mutual friend’s page and what do you know. HE’S IN A RELATIONSHIP.

Just like that, out of the blue, dating. IN LOVE. Making statuses about missing his “boo” on Wednesday, but had me splitting him open on his couch last Thursday.

I’m shocked.

Now in these situations maybe the guys could’ve always been talking to their new boos, or hell, always been in a relationship, but live to cheat.

I don’t know, I just don’t want that sort of imagery in my head for my future relationship. Dating as a young man is already dismal and I don’t need further confirmation that its impossible to find someone that’s honest and open to monogamy.

So instead I’ll blame it on cuffing season, leave it at that and leave them alone.

I won’t delete their numbers though, winter is only a few months long and who knows when they’ll get that itch that I don’t mind scratching again.

-CGN