If Only...

Obsession knows exactly how to me absolutely insane. Last night was BFF and my Holiday Sangria Session, minus the sangria and replaced with mojitos and Stella Artois. Where? Cheers, of course… and big fucking surprise, who was working? Obsession.
(maybe BFF has some words to add to this post? opinions?)

We chat for a while. He tells us how he broke up with his girlfriend and how he’s now couch hopping until she moves out. We then discussed the catalysts for their break-up. I continued with my newfound beliefs on relationships, short and simple – relationships are much too difficult. Too forced. Since I’m all about avoiding them now and for however long I can hold out, the obvious solution is to find a guy to have sex with – fulfill that occasional need for physical contact… and then, have my friends give me the companionship… and with Midge moving back, I’ll have an even stronger sense of that.

At the end of the night, he asks for my email… he then remarks, “once my girlfriend moves out, how about I become that person for you?”

“I don’t think you can keep up.” I retort.

“I’m sure I can… and there’s always Viagra.”

“I don’t just mean in that sense.”

“Harsh.”

“Anyway, I’ll see you later.”

Why oh why must he tease me so?!?! Of course, I can’t take any of his flirtatious words like this seriously because he’s done it so much in the past, but it’s still kinda’ fun. If only…