I just learned a new word that I’d like to share with you. But first, let me give you a bit of context.
I’m sitting in bar with a friend we’ll call… Matt, when in walks his roommate who we’ll call… Chris. Yeah, that works. So, we’re sitting there, watchin’ the Bears and the Steelers, when in walks Chris and with him is this girl who we’ll call…Sarah*.
“Wait.” I turned to Matt and lowered my voice. “Isn’t that the girl who came to visit from San Francisco with your friend a few months ago?”
“Yep. And now she’s back for a fuckation.”
Fuckation: n destination travel purely for the purpose of getting laid.
I guess I shouldn’t really be too surprised. But then again. Do people really fly all the way across the country just for sex? Okay, I took a train to Connecticut once. But I’m not talking bi-costal relationship here. I mean, fuckation hardly says, ‘blossoming romance’ to me.
And sure, things may be looking sort of bleak on the nookie front lately, but so long as JetBlue doesn’t have to intercede, I think I’m doing alright.
Though, in all honesty, it’s not actually that far off from one of my our (I’m looking at you, Biscuit) original Bahamas vacation goals. I won’t lie: the whole point of the all-inclusive resort was the possibility of getting tipsy and accidentally making out with strangers. But in the end, when I realized that sort of thing would have required me to get out of my hammock, I nixed it from the day’s list of activities (along with 9AM SCUBA lessons).
And even with all five of us in the same bed, my Caribbean holiday was one good, old-fashioned celibation.
You know, once Kate and I had completely dismissed the idea of prostituting ourselves for a suite at the Atlantis. Don’t judge me. Everybody has their price and mine just happens to be the daily rate of the Bridge Suite — a cool twenty-five thousand dollars.
No kissing on the mouth, though.
*Name changed because I can’t remember what it really was. Started with an S for sure, though. Also, thank you, ‘Matt’ for the new vocabulary word.
you should correct the current definition in the urban dictionary at http://urbandictionary.com
yours is wayyy better.
I don’t know that I would walk across the STREET for most men, let alone fly across the country;).
‘Morning, Heather. This has nothing to do with the above entry, but…I was watching something on FoodNetwork…some cookie-exchange-thing on “Sugar Rush” with Stephanie Klein as the hostess. (Yeah, THAT Stephanie). I saw you! I KNOW it was you! Come on…you wrote about a big cookie baking session not too long ago. Spill, girl…
Yeah, yeah. It was me. I haven’t seen it, but from what my brother tells me, my boobs are featured for a bit more than he was comfortable with. Heh.
I live in the suburbs and drive to the city about once a week to see my arrangement. I think an hours drive is about my limit, though. And he is the first boyfriend come back into my life, so its paying him back for driving me around before I had my license.
So the 25 grand…. what does that include? Do I need to cover like, your metrocard too? Or do you not make housecalls?
oh, come on Meg, what if it’s a narrow street and there’s no traffic? I’d like to think some of us are worth at least a tiny bit of effort.
Celibation! Love it!
I don’t care if it’s an unused sidewalk with diamonds all over it, honey. I don’t shuffle my life for the mack.
Heather H-
I thought you might like to see the latest story on the murder that happened in your building. You may be able to identify with the story. The girl headed to New York full of dreams and was learning to make her own way. Anyway, here’s the link:
It seems that some fish need an airplane (or Jet)…bicycle just fine by me.
Ciao for now…
Teri
http://www.herestohappywomen.blogspot.com
Tanya,
Agreed on both parts. I don’t think folks realize that I have to walk by her apartment to take out the garbage. I flinch when the elevator opens and there’s someone standing there. It’s not just some story to keep up on.
While I appreciate everyone’s well-meaning, I’d appreciate more if they’d please stop. I don’t like that my comment box is becoming a murder scrap book.
Alrighty..My name is Heather also and I LOVE your entries..I just read them today for the first time! I am 26 and also in the scary dating world…I am very excited to say I have a first date tomorrow night with a guy I am falling in love with..I know that sounds crazy!! I just thought it was funny because..just say…if he and I wed someday my initials will be HLH..funny huh!?
Holidays … is there nothing they can’t do? We’re gearing up for our summer break in Australia and I can’t wait. Cocktails on the beach … mmmm
I’ve gone 400 miles, but only after he made the trip once first. The upside to him traveling is you don’t have to find out he has a girlfriend when you’re trapped in a hotel room. Trust me.
I guess it depends on where the girl is located. Would I go to Minneapolis in January? Probably not. Would I go to Cabo San Lucas in December? Hell yes. Although I don’t think any girls actually live in Cabo San Lucas . . .
I’ve actually gone west on several occassions for one of those type of ‘cations… and had the same come this direction.
I’ve never travelled across country, but certainly to a different city, which in Texas can feel like across country. Love the word though!
Question for Mike: Why not hammocks AND handcuffs?
SO CAN RELATE! Check out my story on my blog. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!
Hey LOVE LOVE LOVE the new word…
and btw this fish needs a bicycle too
Cheers
noojes
My favorite new word is still pusstache.
A few years back, a friend of mine and I started referring to some our of European excursions as “international booty calls”.
so funny to hear other word for this! maybe i speaketh the obvious, but “laycation” has been used in my local circles…with added (tho misspelled) implications for hawaii-bound laycationers.
timely too, as i have an international laycationer arriving in time for new year’s eve…yipppeee!