In thinking dating is entirely utilitarian?
I was talking to a friend of mine the other night about some renegotiations me and my ex-fiance got into over the weekend. And he and I try and renegotiate every six months or so. If he starts it, I say no. If I start it, he says no.
Yeah. Match made in heaven, let me tell you.
So, this negotiation went like so.
Me: Marry me?
Him: Sure.
Me: Well, that was easy. Would you still let me sleep with other people?
Him: Well.. maybe [he listed a few names of people I would still be able to sleep with, of which names I'm withholding].
Me: How bout this. I get to keep screwing [one name off the list], you keep your crazy girlfriend, and we each get one freebie a year.
Him: Like, just one bit of strange a year?
Me: No, like, one person who's a bit of strange a year. And it's cumulative. Like, I have [so-and-so] now, January first rolls around I get to keep that one and if I get a new one I get to bug him for strange all year, but that's it.
Him: Just one?
Me: Evens the odds. It's not like you get one a year as it is.
Seriously, a match made in heaven.
I was talking to a friend of mine the other night about some renegotiations me and my ex-fiance got into over the weekend. And he and I try and renegotiate every six months or so. If he starts it, I say no. If I start it, he says no.
Yeah. Match made in heaven, let me tell you.
So, this negotiation went like so.
Me: Marry me?
Him: Sure.
Me: Well, that was easy. Would you still let me sleep with other people?
Him: Well.. maybe [he listed a few names of people I would still be able to sleep with, of which names I'm withholding].
Me: How bout this. I get to keep screwing [one name off the list], you keep your crazy girlfriend, and we each get one freebie a year.
Him: Like, just one bit of strange a year?
Me: No, like, one person who's a bit of strange a year. And it's cumulative. Like, I have [so-and-so] now, January first rolls around I get to keep that one and if I get a new one I get to bug him for strange all year, but that's it.
Him: Just one?
Me: Evens the odds. It's not like you get one a year as it is.
Seriously, a match made in heaven.
I tend to think this whole marriage and relationship is totally utilitarian because I'm hard to love and it's hard for me to love. I mean, he's reasonable tolerable, decent to look at. He's funny, warm hearted. He's warm. Like, when it's cold like now, he's a little heater. He's the only man I've ever slept with that can give me an orgasm. I mean, when it comes to sex, he's goes above and beyond. I've known plenty of men who claim they can/will do that and fail. Maybe it's me. I do hold the title of "fuck of the century."
It's getting to be more and more my experience that you meet someone, you sack them (or let them think they sacked you. Whatever) and within a week or two, the excitement's gone. It's not funny to leave your bra in their car anymore, and you just want to quietly fade off the scene. Or they do. However it plays out, it gets boring. I guess it's like this. If I'm going to be bored, I'd like to know the person I'm being bored with, and know him well I do.
And if I marry him my mother will kill us both.
2 mindless chatters:
Loving you makes my mind feel fuzzy, and a little like mushy pie.
I'm scared to eat it but it will be oh so good.
I'm not really sure what that means.
Rebelling against mom sounds like a good enough reason to me. And the sex? Just icing on the cake!
Thanks for stopping by, Happy Thanksgiving to you too!!
Rebekah
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