so obviously the pussy didn’t make it past the coffee. maybe in part due to the entrance of smokey, who is absolutely adorable, has an amazing accent, is a super-smart engi-nerd and is first generation appalachian mountain man. on paper, he is pretty much “the list” verbatim.
yes, there really is a "list"
he does have three (very) young children. not off putting initially because the man is pure sex and i never figured it would go much further than some drunken fumbling and maybe a little of the ol’ in and out after a couple weeks. then he’d mysteriously stop returning text messages and i’d forget to call. he was very clear in the first couple weeks of somewhat steamy text messages that he is a “dog chasing cars.” and given my expectations, and my penchant for safe sex and very little sense of embarrassment regarding sex between consenting adults, was fine with me.
fast forward a couple of months and we have met each others children, i’ve met his family, we’ve hung out with his friends, co-workers and a whole other strange assortment of people in his life. we have done play dates with the kids to the park and the zoo, we have done mardi gras and brewery tours… and i am utterly confused about this man.
the sex is amazing. i mean jaw dropping, calf-cramping, eyes rolling into the back of your head, no shame left amazing. and if that were all this time has given me, i would be good with that. but along with the ridiculously fantastic sex has come some serious intimacy. to go into the details would be bragging (and i am just so not up for reliving that at this coffee shop) so i’ll save it for another time 🙂 but we seem to have reached some bizarre middle point. between what we agreed on and what we refuse to discuss. perhaps he’s some strange creature who truly doesn’t have the boundaries i have, who doesn’t see the intimacy in the moments we’ve shared and only has seen them as continuations of what he might still consider a “casual” encounter. i do not know. the man text messages me every morning to say good morning and every night to say good night, but it’s not a relationship 😐 he holds my hand and includes me in the mundane details of his life, but it’s not a relationship.
and just like that i’ve become Charlotte (yes, that is a sex and the city reference) in the “dont’ scare the penis!” episode. except, it’s not just the penis i can’t talk about or look at or talk about, it’s the whole goddamn relationship.
but lucky me, he’s been pulling away the past few days, so maybe i won’t have to clear up the confusion aned i can just wait for him to disappear altogether and get past the awkward break up because there is no relationship to break up! hold on… maybe there is some validity to this approach. and luckily i’m utterly emotionally gun-shy, because i haven’t introduced him to any of my friends or family or coworkers so i won’t have to answer the “whatever happened to…” questions. they have heard about smokey, but to be honest most of them probaby assume he’s some sort of figment of my imagination.
so the moral to this point? like most things in life, unless i can figure out how to turn off my brain, i am dangerously close to fucking this up too. Read the rest of this entry »