Those of you who read my previous blog would remember The Sandman. A man who was pretty much my mirror image in almost every which way. Well, a mirror image of me back then...
We were both Players. The kind that could easily go out and meet people, bring them back home and just have a good time, no strings attached. We worked in the same company (yes yes I know you guys are probably thinking why do I keep going back to the people in my company, well its because its very difficult to meet men out of work so there) and used to flirt with each other back in the day when I first joined.
One day on a company trip to an island, we finally did it, and hooked up with each other. It was as I had expected it would be. No awkwardness, just two friends having a good time with each other. And when we were done, that was pretty much it, we still would meet up, have a drink and laugh about things.
Then of course I met The Samaritan, and The Sandman met someone else. We were both monogamous for a very long time and started to lose contact with each other.
I bumped into him again a few days ago, and after a whole cycle of getting fat, shaving his head... he finally lost the weight and looked like The Sandman I remembered from four years ago. We met up for a drink and compared notes. We talked about how I am trying to get back in 'The Game' and how Sandman thinks its really a little too old for the both of us.
We are both tired and just couldnt be really bothered to go out there and look. He is even thinking about getting engaged!
But of course, we also talked about whether marriage is truly the 'end' for people like him and me, people who are I guess for lack of a better word 'ex-players'
As for him, I sense his itchy feet starting to look and feel around, but ah well, we shall see.
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