Okay, I think its easier to be honest in my blog if I post via email, since I can't see the hit count or read my old posts. With this, I type what I'm thinking and hit send. Sure, it takes twice as long and my spelling on the phone is a bit ducky, but hey, whatever works.
He doesn't use punctuation or capitals properly. Is that petty? He's grown man, but can't take the time to write a text properly? I'm not talking autocorrect fuckups cause I make my fair share of those, but it shits me.
Bryan. Oh boy. What to do... I'm moving in with the guy, I'm seeing someone else, yet I can't help hoping this stupid phobia disappears overnight so we can get together. That's what I like about him, we went out for dinner once, and had a good chat about what we want, and for him sex is a big thing. Not in the cliched all males want sex way, but as part of a trusting loving relationship. And that's the one thing I can't give him. Well, I can't give him a hug either, but that's kinda beside the point.
I don't know what I'm doing.
One day at a time I think.
"Lets see how fast this think can go."
- The Dresden Dolls, 'Delilah'.