day 3?

I guess it is day 3 since it is already 3am in the morning. Casual sex  is  was fun and exciting... now I feel like its gets boring. It could very well be a subjective experience. I guess I thrive in the passion, the emotion and the connection of sex...love-making. Aside from the acute pleasure from that sudden release, there is nothing. It feels empty. I am sure there are plenty of guys and gals out there who can certainly argue this case but I am almost certain that they are just lying to themselves; that deep down inside they long for that bond or whatever you may call it.
Again sleep eludes me. Then again, the late vodka cocktail probably is not helping my cause either. C'est la vie. It is a surprisingly pleasant early morning though. I took my cousin's dog out for a walk... the weather was nice considering its the middle of December in Chicago. I sit quietly as I imagine my family enjoy the warmth of my childhood home, the nice salty breeze, the crispness of sunshine as it creeps up in the morning. (If you have never been woken up to sunrise by the beach, I highly encourage it!) I miss my little island home (Yes, I trying to keep it suspenseful).

Few more months and I will have the sand between my toes, a drink in hand and the sun in my face.