As previously mentioned elsewhere in this blog...
I have a problem with half
If the glass is half full, fill it immediately
If it is half empty, chug the contents.
Similarly, if my clothes are half-off... your intentions better be....

DO I HAVE TO SPELL EVERYTHING OUT?

I met a boy last night, and I must confess, I kinda liked him (apparently, enough to end up in the “half-clothed” situation). Dr. Boy put his arms around me and he just fit. Perhaps it was the spur of the moment (perhaps, his very large arms), but I somehow exempt him from my every rule regarding “men met at work”. We did breakfast at a quaint little diner, I reminisced about the guy responsible for me creating the “rules” to begin with... the man who defined the term “asshole”, the man responsible for me growing up, so to say.... if you are reading this, love, I thank you deeply (and am curious if the pink thong is still hanging on the doorknob).

We got to his town, house, bed. “You see... this... I don’t do this with people I don’t know”, I kindly mention as we rolled around in a mess of pillows as he tried to remove my... uh... something....

And then something curious happened (as he whispered something about just wanting to hold me). My intentions changed. I didn’t want to be there. I wanted to give him a kiss goodnight (about 10 minutes ago, while I was still outside) and go the fuck home, to a sink of dirty dishes and laundry that needed to be folded. How does that just happen? You think you want someone... and then... you just don’t. What the fuck!

“Either, we’re fucking, I’m leaving, I never intend to see you again.... OR... I’m dressing, I’m leaving, I may leave my number on a post it on the fridge on my way out.“

Not quite sure which part of my brain came up with that or whether the response was carb or alcohol induced, but since he was whispering sweet nothings of our future in my ear, I was pretty sure he wasn't going to ravage me... but was set on smothering me to death. Was I mean? He seemed shocked with my lack of compliance to his cuddling tactics... Dr.Boy tried to persuade me to stay and "sleep". The only way I am falling asleep NEXT to anyone is with a hell of a sleeping pill... yea, I can't sleep with people. I also don’t cuddle with people... especially people I don’t know. Sex with people you don't know is one thing, but cuddling strangers is just... wrong. I don’t like being held, it’s just something that doesn’t happen and it makes me uncomfortable*. Now he's fucking suffocating me... and NOT in a good way. I leave, I leave my number, I hope he doesn’t call me... hmm... what’s wrong with me, I had a perfect half-naked man on top of me and i told him to go away... how odd is that?!

* i have an issue with men getting me half naked and not wanting to fuck me, but rather wanting to “hold me”... I don’t like being “held”... seriously... if you “held” me... you’re probably one of 3 people to ever accomplish that... so feel special and call more often...