I had two great experiences while I was home for the holidays. I'll write about the other one soon. I'm 35, male. Reasonably attractive, with a big bushy beard for the winter.
While back in town, I get together with old friends, like anyone else. But ever since I moved away, I feel like a bit of a star when I come back to town. There's always old girlfriends, or former FWB's that want to get together, and I'm obviously happy to see them all. It's always a good fucking week.