this delicious anticipation before getting into the tight pants of some stranger, with whom, in one’s half delirious mind, one has already wrapped around a web of fiction in just a few minutes of cruising each other in a busy mall, is always outweighed by the necessity of actually doing it with someone dull in more ways than one. and then, there’s the matter of leaving the fount of disappointment graciously. how should one do it? do it on the fly, jump into one’s damp boxers and say to no one in particular in the room, or wherever the deed was done, “we should do this again?” or should one arch first one’s back like a cat before slinking away via a dark alley?