middle of the country,
middle of the night
So it’s one in the morning Central Standard Time. One in the morning for me and
Left to its own devices my body wants to sleep from two thirty till ten. And the world is just not set up for that. Because right now I feel social and sharp, but there is nowhere to walk to and nothing open and no one up.
The one thing I’ve missed terribly ever since college is the reliable nighttime company. I could wander into my suite at any time and find Kapil watching the Simpsons or Kira pulling all the bits out of rocky road Breyers. And my college boyfriends didn’t mind being woken at three in the morning, because twenty year old college boys are still awed and thankful at every opportunity for conversation and/or sex with a girl. Two big attractions of nighttime.
But since college it’s been hit and miss. I’ve lived with early birds and dated mostly don’t-wake-me types. Talley was the only other night owl in all of
Tonight I’m listening to the mix Adrienne made me for the marathon. It’s a thing of genius, a seamless montage of Sly & the Family Stone and Blondie and Billy Bragg. And I’m looking at a four-color map of the
posted by tortaluga @ 11:46 PM
3 Comments:
As a public service announcement, I can assure you that men across all ages and races enjoy being woken up for sex. I'm not so sure about that "deep conversation" part though, unless it leads to sex.
yeah, i feel that you should be right, but have in fact collected appalling evidence to the contrary. e.g. workaholics, stoners with no sex drive, those who are grouchy without a long night of undisturbed sleep...
you know, cranky wusses. i think they're more common in new york.
That's just ... well I'm shocked and I apologize deep from the collective libido of mankind.
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