The Birthday Gift

I wasn't really looking forward to my 30th birthday. It's not that I was worried about getting old. Trust me, I'm not one of those guys who go looking for new gray hairs every week. Besides, I was plenty happy with my body at the time. I stood about 6' 2" and had a pretty muscular build. I wasn't exactly body builder material but I was in good enough shape for a few people to say I had a passing resemblance to Brad Pitt in "Fight Club." The real reason that I wasn't looking forward to my birthday was because of my girlfriend at the time. Her name was Lori, and while she was definitely as hot a chick as I had ever dated, she was starting to grate on my nerves.

We had been going out for nearly a year and things hadn't been too good for about a month and a half by this point. We first met at a party that an old college friend of mine threw. She was a little drunk, as was I, and we hit things off well enough that we wound up in bed together. I never would have guessed just looking at her, but she was a wild woman after a few drinks. She really took control that night and rode me like you wouldn't believe. It was incredible. It would have just been a one night stand, but this girl was real damn hot. She was about 5'10" and had an absolutely knock out body. Her butt was a little bony but her chest was to die for. I don't know how many hours of her yammering I had gotten through by sporadically sneaking peaks at those magnificent breasts. Her face was fabulous to boot, especially her eyes. They were big and blue and looked great with her long blond hair. So why wasn't I particularly happy with her?

Well, aside from the typical "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From La-la Land" stuff, she had turned into a real cold fish in bed and refused to do much of anything to warm it back up. The first six months had been incredible in the bedroom, but now things were just getting dull and routine. I had made plenty of suggestions that she just wasn't very receptive to.