If you fall, you're bound to hit the concrete...

As previously mentioned, I attempted to break things off with Craigslist Guy because I was starting to care about him.

It's been almost 3 weeks, but he's still under my skin and in my head.  I have been doing everything I can to completely obliterate him from my mind, including fucking another guy who lives closer.  After all, the best way to get over one guy is to get under another.

However, this new guy (sourced from Tinder) doesn't quite measure up.  Sure, he's got a good-looking face and a mohawk (Mohawk Man, MM for short), and he's on the tall side at 6'3" (an inch shorter than CG's 6'4").  However, Mohawk Man has a typical Midwestern body (a little on the soft side with the slightest beginnings of a beer gut), so it's a little disappointing when I've gotten so used to cut bodies and six-pack abs.  The sex is great, but it isn't OMFG amazing.  Rather, it's more on the level with the Boy Toy, but minus the clitoral abuse (fortunately).  The whole substitution of Mohawk Man for Craigslist Guy is a bit like switching from a top shelf call drink to strictly well.  In the end, it'll do the trick, but it doesn't taste nearly as delicious.

With Mohawk Man being the option that I chose to use to get over Craigslist Guy, is it really any wonder why I committed the cardinal sex sin the last time we had sex?  That's right, I fantasized about fucking another man while fucking MM.  More to the point, I fantasized about Craigslist Guy, the very man I've been trying so hard to forget.

It started off, innocently enough, when Mohawk Man kissed me while we were in missionary position. For some reason, I thought I smelled a scent that I had only ever associated with Craigslist Guy at the very second that he kissed me.  It was very strange, considering that there was nothing anywhere in the room that would be the source of the scent.  I tried to push Craigslist Guy out of my mind and lose myself in the moment, but his eviction from the metaphorical bed was short-lived.  A few minutes later, Mohawk Man had me on my stomach and was fucking me from behind when I started fantasizing that Craigslist Guy was the one pounding me from behind.  The amount of detail that I had memorized about Craigslist Guy's appearance was slightly terrifying, if only because that is a lot of brain power I could have used memorizing something that is actually important.  Even worse, the sex actually seemed to get better with this fantasy.

Although I was thinking of someone else during sex, Mohawk Man was clearly thinking of me.  Right when he was about to climax, MM actually said my name.   That was the first time any guy has ever said my name during sex.  I immediately felt guilty about not being in the moment and actually thinking about someone else during the act of sex.  Nobody deserves that.

I'm going to Manhattan next week for 5 days.  I hope that new scenery will help me completely get Craigslist Guy out of my system for good.  At this point, all I can do is hope because I'm on the verge of being seriously screwed.