This is an entry for the
750 Word Project 2025
I'd moved to Chicago a month after my divorce looking for a brand new start. I was 35, financially sound and in decent health, with my sister helping me get situated in a new city.
Having just had a kid and being on maternity, it was tough for her to tour me around - but in her stead she blessed me with her amazing social circle giving me instant friends and tour guides and making the windy city feel a little less lonely.
I was definitely not looking for a relationship, nor did I seem keen on the kind of casual stuff Id done in my twenties. But I DID find myself in a strange mindset where I was just CONSTANTLY horny... and weirdly so.
Like, I started jerking off at the gym, or in my car outside Target. I tried fingering my butt in the shower, contemplated getting spanked by a dominatrix, thought about candlewax.
I think it was a combination of feeling like my romantic life was over, and being in a new city that gave me a "who the fuck cares?" kind of attitude about sex. I think I was partially driven by curiosity but also - like, what happens when you're too cynical to get turned on by love? I dunno. Freak out?
Nonetheless, a lot of my sister's friends were on this popular new app CMON, which was like a mashup of all the social media apps at the time- but with more of a single grown up slant. So I joined it and friended all the people I'd met so far.
One friend of my sister's was actually a coworker of hers named Eric. He was early thirties and wildly, openly gay. He was always asking for "Anonymous Questions", where folks would secretly ask for and get sordid details about his love life.
So one night, I'd had a pop or two, and checked the app between games. Eric had used the question feature to troll his followers for dick pics. I laughed at how upfront he was, being so horny on main. Then said - fuck it- and pulled down my sweats. SNAP.
