So I met up with surfer boy last week. We went for drinks, then to the beach to jump into the ocean. And then we made out like crazy on the beach. He kept asking me to go back to his house, I told him no. He made me promise him that I would come over for dinner when he got back to town.
Yes, I know what dinner means (girl, come over and let’s watch netflix and chill and that’s how babies are made, FYI)…and I don’t care. I have held out being physical with anyone for a few months, thinking it had to mean something…thinking the guy had to mean something.
And then I realized…if I had wanted to live a sexless life, I would have stayed married.
So. I went over to his house for dinner. His house…his gated SoCal mansion with the crazy views and the private golf course.
“Dinner” was wonderful, and then I made like Cinderella, bounced at midnight, and fled town for 2 weeks.
Yes, I’ve heard from him since. Multiple times every day, actually.
But. I’m not trying to get caught up. This is all just fun and I’m not doing with him what I did with Jbag, which is stop dating every other guy cause I found one I liked, even though he had no interest in committing to me…no matter what he said or how I felt when I was with him.
No more reading into shit. It is what it is, and right now, it’s just a good time with a very good looking guy.
I guess it helps that I’m interested in a couple of others. I have 3 dates(RFR, psuedo cowboy, and coffee boy) lined up for when I return to town in 10 days. Surfer boy gonna have to stand in line…but maybe I’ll give him a VIP pass to the front because damn. Surfer boy. Just damn.
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