| I decided I wanted to start a blog? |
[13 Mar 2016|06:16pm] |
But then I'm like, "Shannon you can't just start a blog when you don't have anything to write about". So I dug out my embarrassing LiveJournal password and decided a post here would curb my desire to start a blog. Everything is temporary anyway.
I guess the topic of interest to me right now is guys. Guys, man... like, what even? They are a special breed. Interpret the word special as you will. For instance, this guy I'm sleeping with.. for the past 11 months, off and on - but consistent. He's an interesting character. We both knew what it was - late night texts, strategically planned snapchats (embarrassing), sleepless nights, not so awkward mornings, amicable goodbyes, rinse & repeat as needed.
One drunken night (New Years) I decided to ensure we both knew what it was, it kind of went like this: "So, we have a good thing going, we can text and say 'What's Up?' and then we know what's up and there's no pressure or hard feelings or whatever any of this could turn into" (clarity isn't my strong suit). He seemed to get it. All was well.
Fast forward - Friday night. We head back to my place after a couple of messy drinks, as we do. All was normal, standard, par for the course etcetera. We didn't sleep together because neither of us had a condom. In the morning, we chatted as we normally do, and I divulged that I didn't really have any plans for the day, not thinking anything of it. This motherfucker proceeds to stay at my place until 8pm. That's right, 8pm. Got us bagels, found a new show for us to watch on Netflix, showed me videos on his phone. I made us coffee. I think for about 16 hours, I had a boyfriend. When he decided he had to leave, he tells me we should get together today to finish the show. I was caught off guard, I was vulnerable, so I said sure, get in touch with me.
Now, folks. This is where it gets interesting. I didn't hear from him, as I expected. He's done things like that before, where he will tell me he'll text me the next day for whatever reason - not sure if it's to help him feel better about the set up, or if he thinks he's deceiving me, but whatever it is, I don't take it to heart. Mostly because I don't want to hear from him. But this is interesting to me, I'm not sure I figured it out, I'm not sure I'm going to.
Moral of the story is to always have a game plan for the day after - I was left without one yesterday, caught off guard, vulnerable, needing to nurse my hangover with someone else in my bed. Basically, I was naked and afraid.
My only question is, when am I free to finish this Netflix series alone? It's really a very good show and I don't want to wait for him.
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