Odds and ends

So I'm dating someone now. He's really great, funny, charming, attractive and so forth. It's kind of awesome. We speak all the time via text, email or phone. Sometimes I feel a little overwhelmed with how much he likes me. It makes me feel a little nervous, but I suppose that is a good thing. We haven't had sex yet, man I can't wait till we do. Just taking our time until we get there. It's like we both know it'll happen and we just love working our way up to it. I didn't even meet him through the matchmaker. I met him through a friend.

Moving on. Something horrible happened to a friend of mine the other day. I cried that entire evening. I suppose I should've expected it, but I just didn't allow myself to think about it. Once some time has passed maybe I'll write about it here.

I'm working, did I mention? It's fabulous. I love putting on a suit and going someplace to do something productive.

My friend and I were speaking about the men that she sleeps with. We were specifically discussing the kind of man whom one sleeps with and is friendly with, yet that man completely misreads the situation thinking that one is being clingy or that one has dreams of the two of you together forever. Meanwhile the reality is that one just wants a friends with benefits situation. To be a friend; to have access to somewhat constant sex without any real emotional investment.

Hell, if a girl wanted to date you, she would've acted differently. Made the man take her out to dinner. Not shown up and removed her clothes. That joking around afterwards, the holding of conversations with the man, that's just because she wants to be cool with the man. Nothing more, nothing less. Because, well, anything less would have the girl be like a silent hooker.

It was a fascinating conversation.