So I’ve been seeing someone. But there’s absolutely no chance of this turning into a serious thing. None. I’m not sad about. I’m not sure I have any specific feelings about it.
It’s just a Sunday thing. He’s my Sunday Boy. Note: Ever since I started to think of him this way, I cannot get the song ‘Saturday Boy’ out of my mind, even though one has nothing to do with the other. It’s just that it’s one of my favorite Billy Bragg songs. And please don’t tell me you don’t know who Billy Bragg is, because I’m already feeling old today.
The boy in question is The Younger Man. Yes, I’m still seeing him. On Sundays. Only Sundays. That way we can both easily date other people (if that’s what we want to do, but I honestly haven’t had time to date in weeks) without our thing getting in the way. ’cause Sunday isn’t really a date night.
Now, to be clear, neither of us have ever said, ‘hey, let’s get together on Sunday night’s from now on”. It’s not like that. It’s just that we went from normal dating – a few times a week and being in contact pretty much every day to this Sunday thing. We still go out and have a pleasant conversation. It’s still kinda a date. But also very friend-y. More friends with benefits that romantic in nature.
And we have sex and don’t spend the night and that’s that. No fuss, no muss. No drama. A Sunday thing with my Sunday Boy.
This is not, for the record, the first time I’ve had a Sunday Boy. Funny enough, the last time was the last time I dated a significantly younger guy (five years ago). And each time evolved somewhat similarly.
I know that a person could read all kinds of negative things into this Sunday thing. It’s a low-priority night. Blah blah blah. But it’s a low stress situation at a time when my life is FULL of stress. And, well, I don’t really feel the need to say much more about it than that.
Tags: Billy Bragg, feelings, song, stress, younger men