Goal Lines & First Times (CU Hockey 3)

Einstein: Here’s where things get confusing for me. I can like sex. With some of my previous partners, I’d want it all the time, but with others I haven’t been interested. At all. When I’m not in a relationship, I can go months without even thinking about sex, but certain things turn me on. Like, the idea of voyeurism. I just moved into my apartment, and the walls are thin. I can hear my neighbors going at it nearly every night, and I kinda like it. And now you probably think I’m creepy.

Richie: Not creepy. Tell me more.

Einstein: I’ve had girlfriends in the past where the sex has been explosive. But to get to that level? I’ve had to have an emotional attachment, and they’re hard to come by. Most girls don’t wait around for your dick to get with the program. They always assume there’s something wrong with them or … like my last girlfriend, that guys must turn me on more or something.

Richie: I have no idea what to say to that because to me that sounds like you’re picky and have standards. But … I’m guessing if it was only that, you wouldn’t be on here questioning everything.

Einstein: Oh, I’ve made the picky argument with myself for years. At some point, I have to face the facts. I think I definitely am asexual, but to what degree, I’m not sure. There’s gray ace, biromantic, aromantic, and the one I think I could be which is demisexual.

Googling is my friend.

Demisexual: Experiences sexual attraction after making a strong emotional connection with a specific person.

Richie: So, you’re on here hoping to make a connection with someone before meeting them in the hopes you’ll find them sexually attractive?

Einstein: Hey, I thought you said you were dumb.

Richie: Sometimes I can get things right.

Einstein: I’m learning that.

I stare at his words for a moment, trying to figure out what this all means. Einstein is quickly taking up a huge part of my life through these texts, and I don’t know if what we have is leading toward an actual relationship, but sex is a big deal to me.

At least, it always has been.

Things could be different with him, but I guess that’s what this whole dating app experience has been about. Keeping an open mind and working out what I like.

Richie: If you ever feel comfortable enough to talk sex with me or if you want to use me as an experimental guinea pig like with the voyeurism thing, I’m here.

As soon as I hit Send, I wince.

Richie: Okay, that sounded way less ick in my head than it looks in text. I meant you can talk to me about anything without judgment.

Einstein: I knew what you meant, and I appreciate it, but … are you sure you want to waste your time on me when I’m probably a lost cause? You may never get sex stuff from me.

Richie: YOU may never get sex stuff from ME. This is supposed to be about finding shit out about ourselves, right? Theoretically, I’m bisexual. I get off to the thoughts of guys. In practice … I’m not ready to go there yet. Maybe we can take the baby steps together?

Einstein: Together. I like that.

October

Richie: How is your first semester back?

Einstein: Same old, same old. I thought doing my master’s would feel different. Nope.

Richie: One month has felt like an entire semester. Is the year over yet?

Einstein: Sorry, just started.

Richie: I guess I shouldn’t wish time away when I have no idea what I’m going to do next year.

Einstein: Why do you think I’m doing my master’s? At this point I think I’ll keep going and get my PhD, then become a professor.

Richie: I have a PHD, but apparently you’re the only one on this app who doesn’t want to see it.

Einstein: Patience is a virtue. Or so I’ve heard. I mean, if you have this huge urge to send me a picture of your junk, I’ll take one for the team.

Richie: You should write greeting cards. That’s where your talent is. Happy Valentine’s Day to the love of my life. I guess I’ll let you put it in me tonight.

Einstein: Ace Valentine’s Day cards. They should be a thing. I like you a lot, I think you’re hot, but I don’t want you near my spot.

Richie: Yours even rhymes! Ditch becoming a professor, you could be a poet.

Einstein: I’ll think about it.

Richie: Now if it was only that easy to decide my future.

Einstein: What’s your major?

Richie: Media relations.

Einstein: Do you want a job in media?

Richie: Nope. Maybe? IDK. I’d love to do something with sports media, but getting a foot in the door is next to impossible. I’m looking at internships, but other than that, I’ve got nothing. Except a bait shop back in Maine.

Einstein: That sucks.