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| Tue, 06-20-2006 - 2:45pm |
So no-commitment didn't need to come over last night. He decided to sleep at his parents house while the air-conditioning at Brian's is getting fixed. He sheepishly called Sunday night needing a place to stay. NC-"Hey what are you doing?" ME:"Just some laundry and what not, what about you?" NC-"Sitting in a hot box, not knowing where to go." ME"Oh! So you n.e.e.d a p.l.a.c.e to stay?" NC-"Do you mind?" ME-"Of course not, silly!" How could I say no? The guy that I am completely in love with is suffering in a 100 degree bedroom! Of course the thought of him being all hot and sweaty and naked crossed my mind as well. If there's one thing that keeps us stringing each other along, it is definitely the earth-shattering nights that we sometimes spend together. NC and I have been "hanging out"-(As he so graciously calls it), since August of 2005. He was in a five year relationship with a girl that is evidently the equivalent of God himself. According to NC this girl could do no wrong. In the five years that they were together she didn't so much as even have a cold for crying out loud! I find all of this hard to believe, but trust me, no one is going to pop his fantasy bubble. He thought that he would marry her, and it never crossed his mind that she might leave him. Well she did. I blame her for being insecure and immature. She had never lived on her own and worked at a local park on the weekend for crying out loud! However, they both lived in his parents house for the five years. Shocker I know....Yes he's 26 and just in January moved out from the parents house. I know a lot of you are sitting there going, and you wonder what's wrong with him?! However, he was heart broken and I was the healer. So we started hanging out in August after his big "Break-Up." He's great. Attractive, smart, has a great job, owns three cars, and is the funniest person I have ever met. Our "hanging-out" consists of daily phone calls, at least three nights a week of sleepovers, going to each family's affairs, spending holidays together, going out of town for weekend getaways, flirty e-mails, text messages, and above all else mind.blowing.sex. Even though we hang out all the time and do everything that normal couples do, including holding hands in public, under no circumstances are we "together." His orders not mine. Unfortunately I am stuck in this friends with benefits sitauation. But in any case, more about that later, let's get back to Sunday night. So Sunday he comes over around 11 pm. I had already rented the movie "Dreamer" and was prepared for a night in filled with chocolate chip cookies and a box of kleenex. Well, he came over, got on the internet and started bringing up funny movies that I really didn't care to see. I was trying to get into my movie. Out came the Bud Light, and after only two I was relieved that he had switched to Mt. Dew. I am beginning to question a drinking problem since "The Break Up." Finally he settled down and put his head on my lap. I gently ran my fingers through his hair and sent goosebumps up and down his neck. After crying, eating three chocolate chip cookies, (would of had more if he wouldn't of been there), we finally went to bed. He put in his contacts, brushed his teeth with the toothbrush that's kept at my house for him, and climbed in to bed right as I was falling asleep. We had just had a break through earlier in the week that would put us having more sex now. Well he claimed he was cold, so I snuggled up to him, drapped my arm around him and pulled him close to me. I ran circles up and down his killer abs and just below his boxer line. As I ran a cicle around his belly button and down his happy trail, something brushed against my wrist. It didn't take me long to realize that it was as he calls it "Mr.Dobbs." He rolled on to his back and I took him in my hand as he moaned. He then proceeded to ask for a "friend." (AKA-condom) I retrieved one from my top drawer and returned to bed more than ready to have a little fun. That's the good part about me, it doesn't take anything to get me ready. We proceeded to do what we do best and although it was a little quicker than normal, I enjoyed myself thoroughly. We woke up the next morning and got ready to go our seperate ways to work. He smiled at me as he walked out the door and said "It was fun!" I already knew that much. Now the question is how long will I continue to do this? How long can I keep my heart from being broken? We are supposed to see a movie on Friday, we'll see how that goes.
