Today I am irritated.
When I started this little experiment with my protege, S, I was very clear about one point: We Are Not Dating. And I had a laundry list of reasons to back that up: we are too good of friends to risk screwing that up, I am still not over my last relationship, I am enjoying being single and want to keep it that way, I can't promise to make a commitment to him. And he said "O.K." I have steadfastly held to that for months. It SEEMED like that was cool. Until...
Vixen is my very dear friend whom I haven't seen in a while, mostly because her boyfriend is a douche. We are having girls night on Friday and she is sleeping over. Probably the evening will consist of pints of Ben & Jerry's and some cheesy chick flicks, with some gossip thrown in here and there. I've been looking forward to it, though trying not to because I don't want to get my hopes up only to have the douche screw it up, which he is prone to doing. But back to my story.
"Don't sleep with [Vixen]," S blurts out the other night while we were discussing the upcoming weekend.
O.K., first of all...um...what? Exactly who said anything about sleeping with Vixen? I don't recall ever saying something like, "Vixen is coming over Friday and we're going to take a bath together and then fuck!" or anything remotely similar. I can't even figure out where he got that one from. I turn to him incredulously and say as much. "I don't know. She's pretty...I just don't want to share you with anyone."
Exactly what part of "I am not your girlfriend" was unclear? I have made no deals about not sleeping with other people, obviously, or I wouldn't end up with J every freaking Thursday. It's not like I've been wishy washy about it. It's not like I've ever said that maybe one day I would date him. And yet here he is, suddenly and out of the blue, asking me the one thing that I told him he could never ask of me.
What the fuck? Since when is it the boy who confuses sex with love? Guys?
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