When I lived in Dallas decades ago in my youth,
a coworker of mine, who was good with the ladies,
always went to bars and picked up women for one night stands.
I didn’t drink and never went to bars
and couldn’t understand how a nice guy
like him could live such a hedonistic life
with seemingly no regard for women
he scored nearly every weekend night.
Though long before Dallas I was wild
as a cowboy in my youth going to many
bars, often getting crazy and drunk.
But I was never about empty, frivolous
one night stands. To me, just empty sex
compared to sex with love.
Even the idea of sex with a woman I didn’t
know for a night, seemed tawdry and
demeaning for both parties to me.
But my coworker, a fun and good guy,
thrived on it for reasons unknown to me.
And he probably lost count of all the women
he’d been with on those hot Dallas nights
while I stayed home womanless watching TV
during my brief stay in Dallas.
Bob Boyd