Where’s the Hot Midwestern Action? Am I going to regret using that phrase? Well, it amuses me, no matter how inaccurate it may be in my own life right now. I’ve found hobbies that are possibly better than sex and I’ve been pursuing them avidly. Of course I have to vague here about any non-sex/feminism/health-related issues.
So, I’ve made this new friend and we’ve been hanging out. I wasn’t sure at first if I had a crush on him, now I blush every time I think about him. It seems likely that he likes me too and I’m all agitated about what to do next. Why am I bothering to tell you about one of the most common situations in the universe? BECAUSE THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE. I only know what it’s like to meet a guy (for the first time, or someone’s who’s a casual acquaintance) and immediately start dating them. Not necessarily fooling around right away (though that has happened), but it’s been clear we’re going on dates, flirting, moving towards physical contact (even if the “normal” denouement [i.e. fucking] didn’t happen).
And then to have it fall apart in some boring, non-dramatic way (no cheating or fights, just drifting apart). And then to be good friends with them. All the guys I’ve dated in the last few years (there was a significant unintentional time-off before that) are people I could comfortably call up and invite to things or hang out with; one is more-or-less my best friend (I’m wary of calling anyone that, especially if I’m not THEIR best friend). I don’t know what “friends first” is; all I know is “friends after.” And I’m amazingly paranoid that this could actually screw up a friendship I very very much want to maintain.
