Now, I know you're not supposed to accept a date for the weekend after Wednesday and stuff, but the guy I just met and mentioned in my last post (Intense Dave) was all, "I am so into you I will call you tomorrow and must see you immediately" (I'm paraphrasing) that I figured I still had the upper hand. Well, I guess I was wrong because the weekend is almost over and I still haven't gotten a phone call.
Evan, my ex, was in town this weekend, though, and he gave me something else to do other than obsess over why the new guy didn't call when he said he would. We'd had dinner in the restaurant of his hotel, and had such a lovely time that we decided to head right up to his room for a nightcap. Fast forward to an hour later…
Evan and I were lying in his bed. He was shirtless, in his boxer briefs, his short black hair askew. I was in a bra, skirt and one black high-heeled Mary Jane. I had just told him that, despite the fact that part of me really, really wanted to do it, I just couldn't have sex with him.
"I miss the good old days," he said when I broke the news that this was as far as we were going to go that night. He propped himself up on one elbow and squinted at me with his patented blend of intensity and mockery.
"Huh?" I asked. "You mean when we were a couple?"
"Hell no," he said. "Those days weren't any fun. Well, they had their moments, overall not so much. I mean the good old days when I'd come into town, get a hotel room, and we'd go at it. Like what we should be doing right now."
"Oh," I said. "I'm sorry, I don't know. I just kind of want to meet someone normal and fall in love and have a real relation ship, you know? This casual stuff isn't really doing it for me anymore."
"Boo," he replied.
"No seriously," I continued, giving him a light punch on the arm. "I've been seeing a therapist, and trying to figure out why I'm so bad at relationships…"
"Stop it with that sexy talk," he said, pulling me on top of him. "Can we at least make out a little bit more? I promise I won't attempt anything intercourse-like."
So we did. And he kept his promise. And I spent the night. It was nice, but I think the next time Evan's in town, we'll catch up over dinner and then skip the hotel room visit. New job, new standards … I must be growing up or something.
