Back in 2005, I was divorced, I wasn’t dating, I was in the swing of enjoying every moment of being bi, and in my early 30’s. I was in the best physical shape of my life, making good money and had just about everything right where I wanted it.
Except I was working 7 days a week on a regular basis, 12 hour shifts. That’s where the “good money” was coming from.
My relationships at the time were more or less hookups off of the internet or some random stuff. I went through condoms like they were going out of style. There was a lot of fun, but nothing I’d call worth furthering.
I made a really top-shelf decision one of the first weeks the snow had melted in Southeastern Wisconsin, and bought a motorcycle. (please, read that with a voice dripping with sarcasm) Wisconsin has this wonderful habit of showing you this little sliver of Spring after horrid Winters, tantalizing you with the idea of what the heat would bring, then utterly shitting on you with a 3′ blizzard.