Stranger

I’m all for short films that pack a fully developed story in just a few minutes. It’s all in the setup and the delivery. And this one managed to give me a surprise I was not expecting. It also made me think of the scarcity of men that actually, well, ring our bells.

Good Sex, that currency that sometimes rules the idea of our value,  it is not really that  readily available or easy to find. Sex, itself, may seem something that we can procure for ourselves in a more or less easy manner (grindr, scruff, hornet and the such) but I am talking about sex that is more lasting, less ephemeral. Something to which we can go back once and again and we know we will find the same kind of satisfaction most times. Sex with a connection.

You see, when we find a man with whom we really connect, the chances of him being compatible with our idea of sex is 50/50. Sometimes it’s a hit. Sometimes it’s not.  And it usually does not have to do at all with the man. It’s us who are going to complete that circle. It’s the idea we have in our minds of what makes us tick in bed what’s going to decide if he’s a good fuck or not.

Sex is in the mind, and our minds sometimes play tricks on us. So if your worlds collide, like in the short film, make sure you let him know. It really is not that easy to find.

XoXo