Just some crazy things that really happen in this life of mine. |
I'm a little bit fed up with men. Sometimes they are a bit slow to get a clue, even an obvious one. How much more clear can I be when I ask if he thinks we're ready for a sleep over? I know. What? I starting dating a guy I've known for a real long time. When we started "hooking up", as Recycled Guy calls it, I had already moved past the World's Worst Boyfriend (Don't get me wrong the thought of him still makes me want to vomit and to wish his penis withers away fast). Recycled Guy is a nice guy. He treats me with respect. He fixes things when he sees a problem (scores big points with that). He asks if I have plans a few days in advanced. He knows my phone number and how to dial it (bonus brownie points for that). He wants to talk and get to know me. He knows I write, I draw, like Harleys, and well have a pretty darned good sense of humor. And he even has gone so far to say that if anyone pressures me to do something I don't want, he'd kick their ass. Recycled Guy is a protective guy. Who knew...I didn't. When I ask him if he thinks we're ready for a sleep over...he says he can wait and that I should wait too. What for? Should I wait until I become a virgin again? Should I wait for all my batteries to die? Should I wait for someone else to come along? Lord help me from his consideration of my "healing process." |