Wasting time with Jet

Psst...C'mere, yeah you! (Waves) Come here, I gotta tell you a lil' secret....I WANT TO HAVE SEX!...I want ROOM SERVICE!!!!, I want the CLUB SANDWICH!!!, and a Ten Thousand dollar a night HOOKER!, damn! Is that so much to ask?!?!? You mean to tell me that in the city that never sleeps, a 5'10, 275 pound moutain of granite like me can't find a decient source of casual sex?!?

Okay, yeah, maybe I don't go out much, but then again, WHERE the hell am I supposed to go?...I need morpheous to show me the damn door!

I mean, damn...a routine weekday night after work should go like this...

6PM/6:30PM...I arrive at her place with chinese, pizza, Mickey D's, or even Boston Freakin' Market in my hand...
ME:"Hey, honey, I brought dinner over..."
HER:"Great, now I don't have to cook!, You're so thoughtful!"
ME:"S'nothin'...How was work?" (Yeah, I actually wanna know...)
(We talk about work, her job, then mine, looking at "The Simpsons" (6:30-7PM)...she fools around with my pants and procedes to give me some head...we take a break, alternate between looking at "Access Hollywood" & "ET" at the same time, 8pm Rolls by, If monday night football comes on, you leave me alone, if NEXT TOP MODEL comes on, I leave YOU alone, if nothing we both enjoy comes on, I massage your feet a little and then go down on you for awhile...after a movie (rented or on Cable), LOST, or CSI, or ULTIMATE HUSTLER, or MAKING THE BAND 3...come 11pm we have hot, pasionate, sweaty, jungle sex, then I take off like Batman seeing the Batsignal little after midnight.

BOOM, there it is in a nutshell, the perfect routine, this done three times outta the week, life can be worth living.

This can't be too hard, people...what, women don't want the homebody boyfriend anymore, one they can keep tabs on instead of blowing up the cell phone, two-way, pager, or sidekick!...And I'm not saying I'll be the homebody, I won't, I love to go out, shit!

See, I've been patient for too long, now...I been mending a broken heart, trying to get my shit together, but now time have changed. I'm living alone anymore, I don't have my space like I did...between work and home, I'm living in a cage, and I have to break free, if only for a moment.

SO, if that requires me to occassional step out, and pay 150-200 dollars to have sex in a hotel room with a stranger, then that's what I gotta do!

Temptation is gettin the best of me again, damn CRAIGSLIST...It's addictive like CRACK, man!

I'm not goin out with using the wonder-palm! I've been seeing too much softporn on cinemax to get sex out of my mind (I mean, how many times must "Spider-Babe" come on!?!?!?).

Everyone may think it's a pride thing, that I'm too good to do that or whatever, lord knows women seem to be doing more than men these days! I choose to stay fustrated like this, I can't help it.

I AM getting help, though...a group on Adult FriendFinder's is having a party next week, a chance to meet someone just as pissed off as I am and try to do something about it...

I'd like some input on this, thou...is it me? and I wrong for being like this, is what I asked up above too hard to do? Hollar at me, dog!