Why Do I...?

As I promised, a tasty story for you all.

This morning I woke up with a twink in my bed. By twink I mean the kind that look not a day older than twelve. Well, this one looks maybe fourteen, I'll give him that much.
So this all started yesterday when my friend pointed out this kid's rentboy profile. The reason he did this was because I thought this kid lived in San Diego, but turns out he lives here in Las Vegas. My friend always makes it a point to prove me wrong always.
so, I emailed this boy...
"Hey, this is Blair. We met down at the Blue Moon Resort a while back. We also saw you at San Diego Pride. I had no idea you lived in Vegas! Call me sometime we should hang out. By the way this isn't a proposition. I am not hiring you as an escort so get that off your head.LOL"

A little while after I sent that he did call me and wanted to hang out that instant. I was taken back by his aggressiveness. I told him maybe we could wait and see. Then, without warning he calls me up at 3:40 this morning wanting to come spend the night. At first I said absolutely not. I don't know this kid very well, and to be quite honest I wasn't interested in him as much in a sexual way as I was in purely friendship.
so, at first my instincts told me no, but then I remembered something. A principle that I have left laying in the dust in the name of logic and reason. The principle that says "Life is a Book- Make it a best seller". I had always acted in life as if I was writing a book about it. Then I stopped. I stopped because life had become more interesting and complicated than I cared to deal with at the time. Now I think I need to return to my old ways of thinking and let things happen.
So, I gave him directions. He strolled up here and came up. He didn't stop talking. He talked himself to sleep. He made me laugh and see another side of life I forgot existed: careless joy. I forgot what it meant to just do things because it seemed fun. Logic would have told me not to let some guy come over and sleep in my bed that I barely knew. But the way I saw him determined to see me was flattering and astonishing. I think I can learn a thing or two from him on how to get what you want. He knew he was coming over here. He made it happen somehow. He got what he wanted. I hope I can start being that way with life and just getting the things I want. You don't get what you don't ask for, right? right.