robbing the... senior center?
I'm no good at introductions, so let's just all start off in the same spot.
The boy I'm dating... is a man. The first actual man I've ever dated, I'm pretty sure. When I was in fourth grade, one year away from my first video about "the changing body" and gossiping on the monkey bars with my girlfriends at recess, he was 18... buying porn and cigarettes. Not so bad now at 21 and 30, but the new environment is still exciting, slash new, slash nerve-wracking. Let's call him Brad.
Brad is exceptionally handsome. Brad has a house and a good, stable job. He is a gentleman when we go out; he opens doors and pays for dinner and holds my face when he kisses me. This is the largest age gap ever for the both of us, so Brad doesn't have a younger girls fetish. Brad has an appetite for adrenaline and trying crazy new things, he has good posture and eye contact, he is mature enough to talk about "us" if necessary and independent enough to not have to be in constant contact every day. Never married, never engaged. He calls when he says he will, even if it's just because he wanted to see how my week was going. I never feel unappreciated because he never hesitates to tell me that he's "really glad we met," or that he really likes me, or just that I look nice. What the hell is wrong with him?
If I'm on my way to finding out, it happened last Saturday when he realized that he didn't know my last name, and then proceeded to ask me in front of his friend.
Besides the fact that we had all been drinking for a good long while, there is a semi-reasonable excuse for this. I say semi because we have been going on dates for about a month. I've seen his mail laying around his place and he's never been to mine; he says it in his cell phone voicemail. The only things I carry with me that have my name on it are my driver's license and my credit card, none of which he ever sees, and my voicemail is sans surname. However all of this considered and situation accepted, it has been a month and I've slept in his bed so it still makes me feel a little fucking stupid.
I changed my voicemail, anyway.
The boy I'm dating... is a man. The first actual man I've ever dated, I'm pretty sure. When I was in fourth grade, one year away from my first video about "the changing body" and gossiping on the monkey bars with my girlfriends at recess, he was 18... buying porn and cigarettes. Not so bad now at 21 and 30, but the new environment is still exciting, slash new, slash nerve-wracking. Let's call him Brad.
Brad is exceptionally handsome. Brad has a house and a good, stable job. He is a gentleman when we go out; he opens doors and pays for dinner and holds my face when he kisses me. This is the largest age gap ever for the both of us, so Brad doesn't have a younger girls fetish. Brad has an appetite for adrenaline and trying crazy new things, he has good posture and eye contact, he is mature enough to talk about "us" if necessary and independent enough to not have to be in constant contact every day. Never married, never engaged. He calls when he says he will, even if it's just because he wanted to see how my week was going. I never feel unappreciated because he never hesitates to tell me that he's "really glad we met," or that he really likes me, or just that I look nice. What the hell is wrong with him?
If I'm on my way to finding out, it happened last Saturday when he realized that he didn't know my last name, and then proceeded to ask me in front of his friend.
Besides the fact that we had all been drinking for a good long while, there is a semi-reasonable excuse for this. I say semi because we have been going on dates for about a month. I've seen his mail laying around his place and he's never been to mine; he says it in his cell phone voicemail. The only things I carry with me that have my name on it are my driver's license and my credit card, none of which he ever sees, and my voicemail is sans surname. However all of this considered and situation accepted, it has been a month and I've slept in his bed so it still makes me feel a little fucking stupid.
I changed my voicemail, anyway.