I’m sitting in a pair of torn shorts, blue T-shirt and no shoes. I have started my business day. Life must be good.
Tiger Cub calling for third time last evening. I’m half asleep in bed. He’s doing a “bed check” and partially missing me. Right now his life is on hold, so is mine. He has some family obligations and can’t travel over until early July. I may have to make a quick trip if this drags out.
I still struggle with this whole situation. I have no idea what normal is. I suspected you meet someone, perhaps go out a bit and things either progress or they don’t. What you don’t do is hook-up with someone, immediately move in together for a couple of months, move countries around like a poorly though out game of Risk. And damn if I didn’t just go do that.
The worry is I’ve have no real gay relationships. I haven’t even really dated anyone. A series of little sexual exploits is all. I sorta just fell in with TC and off I went. But how many relationships do I need to have? I didn’t date many woman before getting married so why do I need to go out with a bunch of guys?
TC is kinda of lost in his own life. He stumbles on me, a seasoned and grounded person, in the back of his mind he has to be saying “Chris can help me find my way in life”. Or he could be a wise 23 year old who after making out with 183 guys (his own number) figures it’s time to get a bit more serious.
Does this sound like the beginning of a solid long term relationship?
Relationships are a crap shoot. When it looks like it’s supposed to work, it doesn’t and when it doesn’t, it does. Who the hell knows. It seems only when it’s all over does great knowledge appear, “I should have known …”, sort of musings.
I wanna see where this goes, so I will.