Although I write more about how fabulous my party boy lifestyle is than not, I do find myself struggling from time to time. One of my biggest downfalls is my what I call “The Race Against Time”.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t ever seem to catch up. It’s like: the electricity bill is due on the 20th, and the next thing you know I’m sitting in the dark. Payday is on the 15th, and I’m out of money on the 10th. My cousin is coming to town on the 2nd, and there I am getting fucked on the floor when she opens the door.
That’s how my family discovered my party-and-play lifestyle.
I knew my cousin was coming on the 2nd, but I didn’t expect to be at home when she arrived. That’s because I was scheduled to be at a swim meet in Baltimore. Instead, I lost track of time and ended up hooking up with a dude online.
I have made it a bad habit to get high before going to important swim meets. I know it is against the rules, and I know I don’t necessarily need to do it. I’m a fast swimmer but getting tweaked out and listening to loud music the night before always gets me amp’d up enough to pick up a few seconds. This time I really fucked it all up.
Whenever I hit the pipe, I get horny. It never fails. I think meth has that effect on most men. On that particular night, I got on Manhunt and a really hot dude who I’ve been trying to hook up with for ages sent me a message. He said he was a few blocks away, had some smoke and wanted me to host. Against my better judgment, I invited him over.
I decided I would keep track of time and be out the door in time to get to the swim meet. Plus, I knew that I had mailed keys to my cousin. She would be here at some point that morning. So as long as we were both gone in time for me to catch the bus to my swim meet, everything would be fine. That was the last time it entered my mind that night.
When my trick arrived, he had some Ecstasy, GHB and Meth. It was a recipe for a hot night of sex and disaster.
The last thing I remember is sticking a tab of Ecstasy up my ass and jumping on his dick. That’s when the door opened and my cousin screamed like she’d seen a ghost.
There was a huge bong on the floor beside us and several empty baggies all about. It was an extreme culture shock to my cousin and she ended up convincing my aunt and uncle to put her up at the Waldorf for 10 days. Needless to say, my parents and grandparents were not too happy.
My loss in the race against time turned me into the black sheep of the family. I miss being looked at as everyone’s cute little angel, but those days will never be captured again.