I’ve got a date on Tuesday with a guy who was able to engage me in a long, intelligent text conversation about books. Good books. Actual books. Books written for freaking adults. And Golden Girls. And working out without sounding like a meathead. And he sweetly asked before sending me a picture of his abs because he didn’t want to impose.
Is it Tuesday yet?
(So happy I saved this gif in my drafts. Clearly wishful thinking pays off.)
When my date seemed totally unsalvageable, I made an excuse and ducked out. Within ten minutes of calling him, Sir picked me up.
We traded stories. I pffted and huffed that he had such a good time while I was stuck going out with a frumpy snoozer. He took me out for dessert and brought me home.
In bed, he tapped my collarbone and said, “this is my home base.”
Sir and I went out on dates last night with other people.
His went amazing.
Mine was…well, refer to the photo.
Is it bad that I sometimes want to troll Sir by – at some point, in some way – walking in on him with the girl he’s been seeing and being like, “OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT’S GOING ON OH MY GOD YOU TRAITOR YOU PIG I TRUSTED YOU YOU MONSTER bahahahaha just kidding carry on.”?
Sir has made some progress on the ethical nonmonogamous front and I am super happy and proud of him. In fact, I was very excited for him today.
But the jump from theoretical to real got me a little bit and while I’m still feeling positively about it, I do feel a little bit blah.
So I’m headed out tonight with some friends to distract myself appropriately.
SG: Hey, just thought of something.
Me: What’s that?
SG: Don’t date anyone who won’t let you suck my cock.
Me: Haha, okay.
SG: And if you do, I’ll make you suck it anyway.
Me: What made you think of that?
SG: Porn.
Me: How romantic.
And some of us like to keep multiple cereals in the weekly breakfast rotation.
Juss sayin’.
Interrupting the smut to bring you a message that made me smile. I love the fact that some of you guys read my tumblr as couples, though I don’t know what I did to deserve such an honor. You all are so insanely sweet and supportive and I am so lucky to have you all on my team.
<3, Ivy
I know I’ve just revealed him recently, tumblr, but the thief and I will not continue with our current arrangement. Simply put, I will not be submitting to him anymore.
It hurts the both of us, but it’s the best step right now. He has things to attend to in his current relationship and I do not want to exacerbate anything that’s going on there. He and I are still very close, still care very much about each other, etc.
My goodness, I feel like a parent explaining their divorce.
But, yeah, we’re okay on an interpersonal level. However, personally, I’m a little bit shaken up. There’s a feeling you get from submitting to someone and you get that deep. After about nine months, we had settled into a groove and had become quite attached to each other. To be totally honest, my heart is hurting.
So, you know, be a little patient with me, tumblr. I’m feeling fragile.
<3, Ivy
