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Monday, January 30, 2012

Simon's Search, part 2


His thoughts were disturbed by a loud growl from his stomach. Right, time to get some dinner in me. Simon hopped back in his wheelchair and wheeled to the kitchen. Not in the mood to cook anything elaborate he took a look in his freezer and took out a frozen ready-to-eat meal. Chicken, vegetables and potato wedges; that’ll do, he thought, looking at the picture. He tossed it in the microwave and beeped the prescribed four minutes.

 While he waited for the ding to tell him he could eat, he stared out of the windows and found his attention going back to his recent uncomfortable realization. Had he only been looking at the guy but at the same time fantasizing about the girl? Was he just staring at the screen but not really watching the movie? He wasn’t sure about it, but deep down inside the answer to these questions stayed the same. He had been pleasuring himself while watching a naked dude.

A loud *ding* brought him  back to his dinner. Simon opened the door and picked up the plastic bag containing his dinner.

“Ouch, damn it! Motherfucking stupid piece of shit!” He swore loudly, dropping the bag on the floor.

“Fuck you Simon, why did you pick up that boiling hot bag with your bare hands, you stupid asshole?” he cursed himself. More annoyed about not paying attention than dropping his dinner, he held his hand under the cold water for a minute. With one hand on the rim of his right wheel for stability and a towel in the other hand for protection, he was able to pick his dinner off the floor. Still in one piece; at least it’s not totally screwed up, he thought as he emptied the bag on a plate.

As a proper bachelor he usually ate his dinner on the couch while watching TV. Glad to be able to take his mind of things, Simon put a DVD of Doctor Who in the DVD player and dug into his dinner. When he was finished he put his plate in the dishwasher and decided to spend the rest of the evening back on the couch with nothing more than a beer in his hand and as many episodes of Doctor Who as he could handle. His newfound sexual revelation was pushed to a faraway place in his mind, not bothering him any longer.