The City that Sleeps Around
October 20,2012
        New York City is known to never sleep, of course in this context sleep does not mean sex. As I shared a cosmopolitan with my friend Sarah the other night I noticed a man sitting alone next to me at the bar. He said he recognized me from out by the payphone (why I was using a payphone isn’t clear to me either), however it became very clear he followed me into the bar. But while I may have had a few drinks I was surely not drunk enough to know when to walk away. However the same can’t be said for a friend named Damien. Damien is a lot older than me and a nice guy, however he is only looking for sex. Something very different from my own view. So while New York may never sleep, Damien is sleeping around… even with myself. Usually this would kill me to say, but it’s the truth. I slept with Damien. Twice. Three times if you count more than one time in the same night. I began to wonder as I walked home from his apartment : do we make exceptions for our own sleeping around? I myself began to assure myself what I did was not wrong, that Damien is a nice man and it is usually not like me to have done this. Yet how do I know if Damien is a friend with benefits or just giving me the benefits and not interested in friendship at all? Can anyone really be friends with benefits. For this New Yorker, I’ll have to sleep on that...



















