Girl + Boy + Interest = boyfriend!
That’s right, it’s time to break so many hearts and announce – at the risk of jeopardizing it – that the Drunken Whore is once again off the market (and no, not preggers). Those of you I’ve managed to drag over here from my regular site have known this for a little while.
Sorry, just have to whore myself now and again. It’s an old habit, and it amuses me.
Anyhow, it’s been a very interesting time, dating and not dating, then finally meeting someone with whom there was mutual interest and attraction and connection — and taking that through the early, sometimes rough, times, to a place where it was decided that yeah, we are boyfriend and girlfriend now. It’s been a fun trip – which is a pretty big change from all the previous time spent not having fun dating.
My life, previous to the last little while, was usually spent in one relationship or another — sometimes very close together, or even more than one at a time (mitigating circumstances, I swear!), but I didn’t tell you that — and it’s only been the last year and a half or so that I’ve actually been single, with everything that entails.
So, having that much time to myself has meant that I’ve forgotten many things about what it means to be unavailable, and I’ve learned a great deal about myself in the meantime. I’ve had time to get set in my ways — wearing sloppy clothes around my apartment, letting the cats share my bed at night (as if I could stop them), not worrying about the state of any dishes or clean underwear lying around… hell, I haven’t had to worry too much about hair maintenance. It’s been a very lazy time — but that also comes with winter.
Anyhow, what I’ve come to realize, now that I’m back in relationship-land, is that I’ve lost some of the maps to this place. There are some growing pains involved, and I think much of it is due simply to both of us being a bit older, a bit more mature (hah!), and a lot more aware of what we do and don’t like — in and out of the bedroom (gotta give the public what they want — salacious details!).
I hadn’t realized how much time had passed, in some ways — I only recently remembered, for example, that it has been about a year and a half since I last slept with someone new. I’m a picky Whore, what can I say?
It’s taking some getting used to, calling someone a boyfriend — it’s a title I resisted giving some others. Hell, there were some I barely even acknowledged I was dating — and those were not ones whose bones I jumped, believe me.
I’ve also never gone from dating to boyfriend — in the past, those relationships have always just happened. But now we have a bit of an established pattern of going out and doing things, so that’s a nice precedent. As great as it can be to sit around my place or his and just watch movies or play video games, it’s also nice to go out and do things, too.
And of course, as we all do, sometimes I have that habit of comparing the now to the past — as in, “he did this, so you’re going to-” or “I was always treated this way by him, and you share this trait of his, so…” … but you know what? This time is different. I’m different, he’s different, and together, we’re different — or so I say now. Ask me again in six months, I guess.
It’s funny how set in our ways we can get — it’s good to have someone in your life, be it friend or closer, to shake you up a little — even if it’s just a matter of changing your routines or habits to incorporate someone else’s routines or habits. Change can be good, really!
For my sake, at least, it’s just a matter of forcing myself to slow down and take things as they come. Good things come with time and patience — this and some of the other relationships in my past have proven just that.
Now it’s time to find Special Someones for my friends… ’cause that’s worked so well in the past. Hah!