This blog is supposed to be about sex, dating and relationships. But it seems to me that the majority of the time, my blog is dedicated to my quest for sex, which never quite seems to materialize for me.
A few weeks ago, I asked Jeep to be my FWB. And he agreed in a very sweet way. Touching. Nice guy. Not a bad choice for FWB.
Then last week, we made it to 3rd base.
But so far NO HOMERUN.
So I asked him this week if I could come over to his place for a little, you know, action.
And he told me that his roommate who he rents from doesn’t like him to have guests.
Now the reason this is a problem is that I’m in the same boat – I can’t have guests over when my sons’ bedrooms flank my own and I’m never alone at home.
Only I could pick a FWB and have it turn into a TOTAL IMPROBABLE FIASCO.
So once again I am back to the drawing board.
“Hope you’re not upset at me….” Jeep texted.
“No, but I guess we can kiss FWB goodbye,” I replied.
“Why would that be? There are other avenues to pursue…. There’s always a hotel, right?” Jeep responded.
“That is an expensive option. It’s getting complicated. I want to just be able to drive over your place and get some,” I clarified.
I do have enough sense in my head to feel bad about this, but since I also know that Jeep wants more than a friendship, it’s probably in his best interest to end the flirtation now, before he gets hurt. Still, I am disappointed that my attempt to get a FWB failed so miserably, and before it even got started.
But I’d like to take a page out of my birthfather’s handbook* and say, “If at first you don’t succeed…. try again…. and again….. and again….”
*You may not get this reference so I’ll explain: My birthfather has been married 4 times. Thankfully, #4 seems to be the charm. And if I count Anthony, Matthew, and Jeep as 1 – 3, perhaps #4 will be my lucky charm as well.