Yes, we’ve been dating casually but not like no-strings-attached casual, more like friends-with-benefits casual.
For those of you who think I can’t do casual, THINK AGAIN.
Well, lately I’ve begun to realize how much I like him.
Like as a person he really makes me happy and I admire his creativity, dedication, and uniqueness.
I like him so much I spent the night with him.
This is something I almost NEVER do.
- Because I’ve slept so long by myself I have trouble sleeping with another body in bed next to mine.
- Because sleeping next to someone else seems so intimate, I’ve been reluctant to do it.
The morning after, we went to go get breakfast and I tried to tell him that I liked him.
This is how it came out:
“You know how I haven’t spent the night up until now and I told you it was because I don’t like my family, my boys, knowing my business? Well that’s not entirely true. I could’ve spent the night but didn’t want to. Because to me you were just a casual friends with benefits and I didn’t want the intimacy of spending the night with you. Ummmmm. . . what I’m trying to say is that I spent the night because I do like you.”
Way to blow it, chickie!
First I tell him he was just a fuck then I tell him I didn’t want to share any true intimacy with him.
Fortunately, I think he heard through all the garbage talk to hear “I do like you” and took that to the bank.
So there you have it.
Michelle – bad at intimacy, good at insults.