DAY ONE
8:20 a.m. Wake up and start messing around with E.
10:45 a.m. She interjects our conversation with the occasional “I love you.” I know I don’t. I should have seen this coming. Now I’ve got to get out of this mess.
12:18 p.m. Receive a text from A confirming our meeting at the Met. I’m attracted to her in an easy-sex kind of way.
9:56 p.m. We have sex for a few hours off and on.
10:23 p.m. I’ve never slept with two women in the same day. I wonder what the masculine term for “slut” is.
DAY TWO
8 p.m. Meet up with Y and take her back to my place. We have good sex and she seems to cum a few times, but I can’t really tell—she seems like she’s making too big a deal out of it.
DAY THREE
10:10 a.m. E keeps texting me. I tell her I’m depressed. It’s true, to some degree.
3:30 p.m. Y wants to come over and cook. I’m exhausted and suggest another night.
6 p.m. A invites me to see Cirque Dreams. I tell her I’m working late.
8:45 p.m. Jerk off.
Anything you’d like to say in response to comments on your Diary?
Some people thought that three women in one week was improbable. But it really happened.