When you’ve been single for a while, flirting comes as easily as breathing.
Plant a kiss on your favorite single guy.
So imagine me at unSCruz, trying to not flirt because I was there with The Swede.
All those delicious men who flirt back with me and make me feel sexy and appealing. . .
. . .they were off limits.
I’ve gotten in the habit of kissing as many people as possible.
It’s a hard habit to break and fortunately, given that The Swede has a more European view of things, I didn’t have to.
I went around kissing all my friends – male, female, trans, bi, gay, furry – you name it, I was kissing it.
Of course, the best kisser in the whole bunch was The Swede.
He would grab me and kiss me, just because.
Or say something provocative and then plant one on me.
For someone who is usually starving for affection, I got a steady diet of it during unSCruz.
So much so that I know it’s going to be hard for me to go without it.
The Swede leaves for Sweden today.
And I am going to miss him.