Something New

KADEN

I loved sex. I adored fucking. It was one of my favorite pastimes, and I didn’t care if that made me a manwhore. It wasn’t like I did it more often than most single, reasonably attractive guys in this city.

The reason why we got so much of it was because New York was equal opportunity. The women loved sex as much, arguably in some cases more, than the men. If you knew where to look and how to play your cards, the place was a veritable den of fucking iniquity.

As a result, there had been no shortage of sex in my life. Sure, as I got older, I grew tired of the game and played it less often, but that was by choice. I was simply over the typical hookup.

When I was young, the game was borderline addictive. Getting drinks after work, scoping out potential hookups, the pick-up? It was a finely honed skill developed over time that was almost a rite of passage for the thousands of young professionals who flooded the city after graduation.

But after the first couple of years, it lost its