It was a couple of days after the last meet with my fuck
buddy. I received a message on manhunt from him simply saying that he wished me
all the best and hoped that I found what I was looking for in life. I replied
saying that it sounded like a goodbye and wished him all the best in life too.
He instantly replied back saying it wasn’t a goodbye and
that he had been thinking about me too much. He then invited me to dinner and
do ‘normal things.’ Apparently our meets have not been normal and he wanted to cook
me dinner and chill with me watching DVDs (the violin strings were playing very
loudly). Had we not discussed and agreed a couple of days ago that it was only
a physical relationship?
There were far too many strings in that message for my liking…
1)
The admission that he had been thinking about me
too much – one should never think about a fuck buddy unless it is just about
sex!
2)
The fact that it was not a goodbye…
3)
The invitation to cook me dinner and do ‘normal
things’ – one should only ever see a fuck buddy as way to get off.
This was totally at odds with our previous chat about how he just
wanted to be my bottom for however long as I wanted and the admission from him
that we were incompatible as a couple (I knew that within the first five
minutes!).
My little head was saying well as long as he is willing to
see you then you have no obligation to reiterate that it was just a fuck
relationship. I had made my position completely clear – the dinner invite just
muddied the waters.
So did I accept? ABSOLUTELY - I followed my little head's advice.
Can’t anything be simple and clear cut? Is it wrong
of me to just want a massage, a cuddle, a good fuck without anything more?
Perhaps my actions were speaking louder than my words, I should have reminded
him that I was not after a relationship.
I talked with my gaggle about this turn of events. I
admitted that I was probably a little misguided to accept the dinner
invite without establishing the basis of the invite. After this admission, I
got a flurry of emoticons from a bitch slap to romantic love hearts to a “note
to self” which read ‘it is illegal to stab people for being stupid.’ Then I
received the ultimate slap in the face, one of my gaggle had sent me the ‘Britney
pic’.
By way of background, one of my gaggle often has moments of
sheer blondeness. One day she had such an utter blonde moment that I searched
for a pic to encapsulate the moment. I found the perfect photo. It was of
Britney Spears doing the chicken dance. It was absolutely perfect. She looked
like she belonged to a mental institution. I sent her the pic and just said ‘Brits
nuff said’. Needless to say she pissed herself laughing at how appropriate the
pic was. The name of Brits stuck to her like chewing gum to hair like shit to
arsehole.
The fact that she of all people had sent me the Brits pic
was her way of telling me how utterly stupid I was… I felt somewhat ashamed –
but still believed I could salvage something with my fuck buddy that would not
resemble a relationship in any way…
My gaggle then uttered the unthinkable words “I hope you get
a boyfriend” – she had no right to jinx me in this way!
Well let me just say that she could have probably been a
prophet – I received a text message in the next couple of days that would prove
to set the tone for our next meet and it made me feel bloody uncomfortable…
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