Let’s Call Him Ryan

Let’s call him Ryan. Not because I want to protect his identity but because I don’t remember his name. It was THE summer in Montauk. A summer of backyard BBQs, Montauk Summer Ales and one night stands you’ll never remember. My girlfriends and I went out to the IT bar in Montauk. This bar is full of models, trust fund babies, and all-around gorgeous people. A little intimidating for any woman that’s over 140lbs and under 5’5”. But, nothing you can’t overcome with a little liquid courage. I’m sitting by a fire-pit with my girlfriend when she strikes up a conversation with these two guys. I’d like to think they were attractive but the Frose was flowing so I can’t confirm that detail. I can confirm that the next 10 hours of my life were some of the best of that summer.

I strike up a conversation with Ryan, he buys me a drink, we’re chatting as if no one else is at the bar. The conversation is sexy, it’s mysterious, it’s even a little forbidden. One thing leads to the next and I’m in his hotel room bed, with every article of clothing carefully removed. I don’t remember much about him but I remember the sex. I will never forget the sex. It was erotic, it was affectionate, it was completely mind blowing. I wake up the next morning and he gets me a cab home. It’s a mutual understanding that this is a one-night stand. We will never see each other again and that is the most enabling thing about this. I don’t feel slutty. I don’t feel used. I feel empowered.