Tonight I told him we should meet for a burger because I knew I'd never bail on a free burger.
Sex, sure.
Burger, never.
Dating when you've been single as long as I have is much more complicated than I ever realized.
A guy asked to see me again and instead of being elated like a girl is supposed to feel my first thought was, Didn't I just see you?
I'm apparently not used to sharing my time with anyone but my cat.
It's a good thing, though, cuz I like it when people push me past my comfort zone.
In bed and in life.
Let's try something different, let's spice things up.
Let's not make it awkward when I make it clear I want you to leave.
But the thing that has been good about dating guys who send me texts other than dick pics and emojis is that it's made me realize how happy I actually am single.
Of course I love dating and I love sex and meeting strangers is practically a hobby of mine.
But it's the holidays and I thought I'd be pining for someone to link arms with me at zoo lights and I'm not.
I'm a happy panda all on my own.
In fact my actual birthday was spent with some of the friends I hold more dear than anyone else on this planet so I'm not wanting for anything.
Except perhaps this burger that's supposed to be killer.
The bastard's lucky I have a weakness for meat.
Ah hell.
And men.
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