isn't all just shopping?

it's so difficult to decide who to have sex with. especially when none of the seven or so choices can ever, ever come close to what i really, really want. but i'm here and i can't walk out empty handed. the effort, honey, the effort. after i've been here so long that I work up a sweat from all the walking, kneeling, looking, and the deciding, it becomes exactly what i want and need. i settle on, or maybe he settles for me, a pale skinned, brown haired, possibly european man in his thirties. a strange choice? maybe. he fucks my face and gets a little rough, but nothing that lingers. an impulse buy, but i can't return it. unlike that grey hoodie i bought when i knew i didn't need it, couldn't afford it and would regret it later. and then the next day i bought another one, this time black with a somewhat native american inspired design on the sleeves. evening wear for the tragically indecisive and superficial.