It’s 11 a.m. and my lion cub is still fast asleep in his bed. The course of the last days have revealed a sweeter TC than I’d thought possible. I’ve realized I like some of the girlier guys. It’s the woman prospective that I’m looking for.
He’s telling me how he hung out with girls in his youth and played with Barbie dolls. Watching old home videos, how he found himself so horribly gay. He’s quite comfortable with himself. No need to pose the question, it’d already been answered. I’ve been more man in the last days. Not putting up with his crap. Cracking the whip on him. Working. I’ve got my own life. I realized he wants a real guy. It reconnects us.
I’ve resigned to just enjoy the time left together. We’re easy together and have good chemistry. So he’s lazy, doesn’t clean-up, disorganized. So what? It’s not like I’m making a life long committment here.
Decided to fly my two sons over to London for their spring break. They’re excited. TC going to go backpacking. He’s very supportative and happy to disappear for a week to allow me time with my kids.
So I putter forward again. Content for the moment.