"Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor."
― Truman Capote
The first time that a girl drank my piss was when an old girlfriend agreed to it as an act of atonement. It was an amazing unplanned experience that seemed unbelievable even as it happened. When a second woman did it I was equally amazed, but a little less surprised. Not so much because of any antecedent experience, which I'd always considered the product of a unique circumstance, but rather new revelations about how willing some girls were.
About twenty years ago I moved to Toronto and had an apartment just off Danforth. For those unfamiliar with Toronto, Danforth is a major street that runs east from downtown and goes through a traditionally Greek neighborhood. It's a great strip for all kinds of restaurants and pubs.
I didn't know many people when I first arrived in the city and as much for something to do as for company I started calling a dating line that was a forerunner to internet dating sites. Successful calls commonly went in one of two directions. I would either end up meeting them for a drink or we would get each other off over the phone. Sometimes there would be both, but it was an exception to meet someone after already having phone sex. While I'm sure there were some who just liked to phone fuck, I think for others the idea of meeting a stranger that they've already gotten off with was probably just a little too daunting.
Meeting off of the phone was always a bit of crap shoot too. Even with the self-descriptions provided they were still really just blind dates. I was only lied to about appearance once, but such stories seemed common. Still, no matter how honest a description, where looks are concerned so much is subjective, especially when it comes to faces. While there are people in this world who can be universally agreed as beautiful, for a great swath of humanity there's considerable room for personal tastes and other intangibles. The more women that I met from the line though, the more I began to find myself focused on those intangibles. Not that I discarded physical attraction, but a focus on certain objectives provided their own undeniable motivations. It was a mindset that really led to more success.
Typically I tried to arrange meetings at a pub near my place. Laziness was a chief motivation and if things didn't work out at least my place was just around the corner. I think some of the women preferred meeting away from their neighborhoods too, just to make sure that they weren't risking the exposure of a local hangout to someone they couldn't get rid of. If no shows were an issue for me, the acquisition of a stalker seemed to be both a bigger and the more serious problem that women faced.
It was a woman from this line that I first spoke to about drinking my piss. She was one of the exceptional women who I'd gotten off with over the phone, in limitless detail, who was still also into meeting. Though I'd never spoken to her about piss ahead of our meeting there were plenty of other themes that we touched on including fucking her ass in the alley behind the bar.
I was in my early thirties and she was a few years older than me. She was a petite 5' 3", blue eyed blond with over-sized facial features. This baseline description could be built upon to describe a vision of erotic beauty, but unfortunately I lacked that blueprint. Despite her clear willingness, maybe even an over willingness, I just wasn't attracted to her.
Considering the content of our past conversations and the premise of our meeting, I unconvincingly told her at the end of date that I had a good time, but that I didn't feel comfortable sleeping with someone on the first date. Seriously, I can't believe how lame I am at making up plausible excuses. It really wasn't even on the spot either, because I was trying to come up with something pretty much since the moment that she arrived.
She did take the letdown gracefully though, but when we went outside to hale her taxi, she said that before she left that she wanted a kiss. If that's what it took to end the date on a positive note, then I why not?
