And now He's being a jerk to me. I won't go into how, but...ugh.

As the prozac slowly leaves my system (17 day half life, I'm on day 23 I think), the more motivated I feel to actually write something. More scenes are churning in my head, though the actual plot seems like a wisp, really. But it's an improvement of not having that the entire time I was on paxil.

I'm so irritated with people who are so focused on sleeping with me and that's it. They sometimes try to pretend that they are my "friend", although they never call me. I get emails, asking if I want to hang out. Under the guise of "friendship". Yeah. Of course we'd be hanging out at their place, never leaving. Never going to the movies. Nothing.

Not my cup of tea.

However, that's not to say that I am against fwb. I have one now, whose just great. I can't see the relationship going anywhere, we're just too different, but he's a wonderful lover. He feeds me, he compliments me, he rubs my back (oh so well) and he says sweet stuff without sounding like a player. Like he really means it. Yet, at the same time, we both know that it's never going to get more serious than that. We don't talk about other people we're seeing, but we're definitely not exclusive. And it really doesn't bother me....as odd as that sounds. It's like I'm really just sleeping with my friend. I think this is a result of him saying to me, "You know Windy, when we hang out, we don't always have to have sex.".

We go for walks, we cuddle, and we have good sex. We both took a nap the other day in his bed. It had been such a long time since I had fallen asleep in the same bed as another man. It felt so comforting. Even his snoring was pleasant. It's not like having a boyfriend, but still, you can't ask for a better fwb than that.