So, my regular readers have ‘heard’ me mention my fuckbuddy. He’s someone I’ve known for a few years now. He’s never been anything but a fuckbuddy. We met at a time when I wasn’t in the slightest bit interested in a relationship (I was working 60+ hours a week and blah blah blah, I didn’t have any space in my life) and he was – don’t be shocked – in an open relationship.
We don’t see each other often (and in case you were wondering, there have been long stretches when we haven’t seen each other at all, when I’ve been in monogamous relationships), he’s not around/available much nowadays because of his work. But when our schedules line up and we get to steal an hour together it’s always a very good thing. We are very sexually compatible in terms of what gets us off and we get along well as people.
We’d been exchanging messages for the past few days, trying to coordinate schedules and miraculously found a window of opportunity yesterday afternoon (one of the many good things about our situation is that his office is a few blocks from my apartment). I’ll leave out the details as I now know IRL so many readers of this blog and would like to be able to look you all in the face again but suffice it to say I am significantly less stressed out and in a much better mood than I’ve been in for a while. And for some random reason I can’t stop eating. It’s like I gave myself permission to indulge and now I can’t stop.
Anyway, as I said, me and the fb actually get along quite well. If we met at a party as friends of friends we’d probably hit it off and end up hanging out and chatting for hours (but not dating, and no, I’m not going to go into the why on that). After we were done playing he asked about my current dating situation. He knows about the blog, but doesn’t read it. I told him the gist of things and he said something about not being able to understand why I can’t find someone steady in my life. And I repeated my frequent line about having horrible taste in men. To which he feigned insult until I pointed out that he didn’t count as a man in that context, he was just a fuckbuddy.
And then, later on, I told him that M had popped up again. He knows the story on that and I made a joke at my own expense about being slow to learn my lesson. Followed up with an obligatory comment about how this was really the end. And then he said, “but you love him”. As if that meant something. As if love could somehow make a relationship work or change a person.
And then he showered and left to go back to his office. And I showered and went back to work.
Tags: fuckbuddy, open relationship