[CT] How did you meet your partner?
Well, that’s easy-we work together. Or rather, worked together as he’s now started his own firm. He was new in town, and he had just got hired. I always introduce myself to the new help, so I got in contact with him, and we had coffee one morning, in my office, and we hit it off. There wasn’t really much more to it than that.
Since then we’ve had various things that might be considered dates if Larry and I were actually a couple (which we’re not), but-I don’t know. It’s not the same as it used to be since he left. And I haven’t exactly been taking it-well, I guess. I mean, I miss him, and I’m sure he knows that, but I’m not really one for-theatrics. Well, if I’m in court, anything goes, but in my own personal relationships? Not so much. It’s not really a matter of my feelings or what matters to me, it’s more of how they’re feeling. Who am I to tell them how to live their lives, and to not go for what they want, when I do exactly that on a regular basis.
It’s not my place.
Larry and I are not a couple. We’re friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. Whatever the colloquial term is nowadays. It wasn’t my place to tell him whether or not I wanted him to stay, nor is it my place now to tell him I want him to come back. It’s not like he was flying across the country, he was just moving to another part of Manhattan. I still see him on the weekends, and he’ll pop in for coffee or vice versa. Friends work at different jobs and still make it work, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t.
Regardless of how much I may miss him.
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Since then we’ve had various things that might be considered dates if Larry and I were actually a couple (which we’re not), but-I don’t know. It’s not the same as it used to be since he left. And I haven’t exactly been taking it-well, I guess. I mean, I miss him, and I’m sure he knows that, but I’m not really one for-theatrics. Well, if I’m in court, anything goes, but in my own personal relationships? Not so much. It’s not really a matter of my feelings or what matters to me, it’s more of how they’re feeling. Who am I to tell them how to live their lives, and to not go for what they want, when I do exactly that on a regular basis.
It’s not my place.
Larry and I are not a couple. We’re friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. Whatever the colloquial term is nowadays. It wasn’t my place to tell him whether or not I wanted him to stay, nor is it my place now to tell him I want him to come back. It’s not like he was flying across the country, he was just moving to another part of Manhattan. I still see him on the weekends, and he’ll pop in for coffee or vice versa. Friends work at different jobs and still make it work, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t.
Regardless of how much I may miss him.
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