7:31 p.m. - January 18, 2004
Run quick or close your eyes: I don't believe in love, won't
Leaping closer towards spring � already! � and I�m making plans for weekend getaways. Awkward when Ryan II asks if he gets to come along and I hesitate at first, unsure how to respond in a way that�s neither inviting (sure! I have a two-person tent, two-person sleeping bag ready to go!) or discouraging (What the hell you thinking?) yet flies true: I don�t know. Explained that sometimes I prefer to go solo, other times not and I�ll keep him apprised and I think that was a good compromise.
He used the boyfriend label today and that bothers me. I am not in love with him, there is no upheaval of heart and viscera when I think of him, I do not think about adoption and white picket fences with him standing at the door (painted a deep burgundy with black iron knocker affixed). I like spending time with him watching movies and listening to him breathe, I enjoy his laugh and biting his nose, talking about travel and music, and I enjoy being intimate with him, but I am not in love.
If anything it is relief from loneliness, a sudden warmth when you move your feet to the warmer part of the bed. It is burgeoning confidence, a growing list of entries under heading: What I Enjoy Doing With Men, a sojourn but not home port.
I am jaded enough � hell, be honest, Jason � I am resistant enough � to keep my cards close as if every man is Spec or the best I can get is someone who admires my cocksucking skills because men are like that.
The acknowledged flip-side is that I probably wouldn�t recognize love if I was surrounded 24/7. That may not be so bad, either: Have a group of friends (social network), casual sex (physical closeness, relief), a dog at home (companionship), an imperturbable attitude (I don�t need love because my life is too full as it is). That could work.
