The X Factor

My favorite antiestablishmentarian was in town this week. He is still completely insane, completely brilliant, and yes, completely sexy. The first night we ended up kissing. But the weird thing was despite how attracted to him I was, I couldn't totally enjoy it. It felt surreal and insincere. Maybe I'm just getting old and boring.
But seriously, I think the problem is, while I've always been aware that he is a notorious Lothario, his sexual exploits seem to have amplified over the years. It didn't help that I made the mistake of asking for too much detail. I mean most people would not interrogate someone who they used to date about their recent threesome. Unfortunately, I would. 'Oh really? With who? When? Where? So, how did it happen?' etc etc... So of course I got more details than I needed. Damn, it sounded like a freakin' porn video! Not to mention that he is currently in an 'open relationship' with someone. I am certainly not a prude but there are some things I would just not do. And an open relationship is one of them. In theory it sounds great. But inevitably it always seems to end up imbalanced. When I questioned M about it he admitted that while he had slept with at least 8 other people since being with this girl, she'd slept with no one else (not counting the other girl in the threesome that is!)
Truth be told, I guess all his sexual adventuresomeness put me off a bit. I finally got whiff of why guys are sometimes put off by promiscuous girls. Everyone wants to feel special. And after hearing about the hot 23 yr old intern he wants to hook up with, the crazy sex he had with his coworker, how a sexy lawyer went down on him in the bathroom at a party, blah blah, I wasn't feeling too special.
We still have a great time together though. A couple days later we hung out all day talking about everything - love, sex, Obama, racism, Communism, religion, whatever. We got drunk and sang Iggy Pop songs. We listened to the same Air song 4 times in a row. We asked each other for relationship advice. We cracked each other up. We read quotes out loud to each other and drank wine with ice cubes in it.
He slept on my couch. When I woke up, I was happy. There were no regrets from the previous night, no awkward moments. Just someone who was my friend. And I was really glad about that.