Okay, okay. Okay. I’ve seen this dude a few times. More than a few times. It’s always dinner, walks, movies out or at his place, playing with his dogs, snuggles and that’s it. No makeouts, no kiss goodnight. Texts from him are… Adoring. Completely adoring, and sweet and sexy in a weird innocent way. I’ve loved it. We’re both on the same page about not wanting anything monogamous or exclusive or even long term, seeing as I’m going away for a bit soon. I’ve enjoyed our times together immensely, just as they are, but I can’t ever help get that hopeful little rush of “maybe tonight, just a kiss…”
Tonight was the same. Hands interwoven through Dracula, sharing the tense moments, talking and laughing quietly about arm in arm until we part underground. Nothing more.
The “home safe” follow up texts were different. I think I know the game now. The rules are becoming clearer. I’ve just cast myself in the incorrect role, until now.
Haaa. Hahaha! Yes, good.