Tomorrow is another day I have to lie to see the ex-cop. Only slightly. I’ve said I want to go for a swim, and I will, but I will do it at his house, not in the lake. I will spend the afternoon with him and I am soooo looking forward to it. It’s going to be so hard to leave, unless he’s just fussing to get on with doing stuff he needs to get done. I’m taking up part of a single day off in between two long stretches of work, and he’s usually got a lot of catching up to do.
I keep thinking about the last time we were together. It’s hard not to believe in that, believe in the sense that if there were no feelings involved, it couldn’t have been that good.
I mean, sometimes sex is good because you don’t care and you’re just in it for the pleasure. That can be terribly exciting. It’s like that with Eric. But this wasn’t like that. We were love-making, in the true sense of the term. I have no idea how we might be as a couple. He’s probably a bit anal, might not be that interested in things that interest me and vise versa. But I’d like to see where this goes.
My friend, Wetback Will, says not to overthink it. Good advice.