The Horniest Bass Player in Christendom

I have the great fortune to be living in quite close proximity to probably the most sexually frustrated bass player in the world. He lives half in denial, half in honest expression of his young adult life two flats away from me. He is truly a nice guy – just in permanent awe of his lust, and missing his girlfriend almost unbearably.

I can remember how it was to be young, male and horny. I am two of those right now. I wish he could have a fabulous pretty woman every night of his tender life and that he could be in love all the time with every woman he fancies.

I have to give him credit here – he is a seriously good bass player, intelligent and good looking. If I were him, I would be living a shame free life of lust and sexual exploration. But I have to say I am almost moved to tears by his plight. Almost, but thankfully, not frequently. Otherwise my compassion would tempt me into procurement and possibly imprisonment. And worse, vicarious living. Oooh, missus.