Sometimes you have to do something outside of your comfort zone to understand how it is. And though I don’t wanna go out and date someone I know that I have to. I know that it is time. I cannot spend the rest of my life reading Stephen King novels—yummy, love them—and cuddling up to sleep with Hamby.
So I gather my strength and keep moving forward. No matter how hard it is. No matter how tough it is. I have to keep going. I can’t back down. If I do, I could ruin my life and everything that I have made it through. All the dates, all the thrills. All of it would be for nothing.
And that is the last thing I want going on. In the meantime, I sigh and sign up for a few chatting sites. The kinds of chatting sites that allow you to date from your electronic device. I get those filled out and get that done. The moment I start scrolling, I get a message on 2 of them. Works out for me in this case. Just better to get through this and get it over with. Oh well. Just pans out for me that way.
I delete one of the messages because the person just wants a sexual connection and I cannot handle that kind of thing. I don’t like how it all turns out but I like how quick and easy it is. The more I get the more I end up deleting. Going into the preferences on my profile, I change up a few things and update it.
Before long, I’m getting fewer messages but more conversational ones. Kinda works out for me. That much I’m glad about. The more I chat with this one guy the more I find out just how amazing he is. We chat for hours on end.
Even when I’m at work we are messaging back and forth. The more we talk the more we get to know each other. And finally after a month of talking back and forth we set up a date and place to meet.
It surprises me how things turn around. It doesn’t change and when it tries to, I am shocked at what they turn down to.
I don’t know what it would take to bring things around but I know without a doubt that Mitch and I will never give up. I find myself wondering what the future could bring. What it would bring. But I find out nothing is ever the way we think about it is.
Getting up that morning, I look at our finances at four in the morning. Yeah. I’m stupid like that. Getting through the pages, I start putting them in the right containers. The more I get done the more I wake up.
And when I’m done, I come to realize something. We need to get out of this apartment. No work today. Not on my schedule or anything. When I get done with that, I start making breakfast and toss on a pot of coffee.
After that is all said and done, I sit back and wait for Mitch to come around.
“Morning love,” he says and puts his arms around my waist. I turn my head for a brief but passionate kiss before breaking away from those lips of his. I toss some breakfast onto a plate and hand it to him. He takes it and pours 2 cups of coffee, taking one before heading to the couch.
And I handle the rest of the food. Getting that done, I sit back on the counter and eat the food that I have prepared. Besides. I would look like an ass if I don’t eat what I make. I mean that would just be stupid.
Getting through that and putting the leftovers away in the fridge, I sit back on the couch and watch a little TV with Mitch before we decide to hit up a bookstore. There have been a few authors that I have been curious about. It might be time for me to hit them up and find out what things they write about.
People at work have been hounding me to read Brandon Mull, Brandon Sanderson, and even Robert Jordan. Sure all three authors write fantasy and sure Brandon Mull writes nothing but young adult but to me that just means it would be a break from all the adult literature. And frankly I need something to do on my days off and during my breaks at work.
I don’t like being on my cell phone too much because it can kill some major brain cells. Better to read then to obsess over a damn phone screen and become dumb as dirt. That’s not the kind of guy I am. I work hard for what I do and I don’t hesitate to bring my best foot forward because I’m not a club foot kind of guy.
I’m not the kind of guy that likes hitting up the clubs. I’m not a movie kind of guy unless I’m curious and most of the time I end up disappointed. What I am is the kind of guy that lives to breathe and lives to read. That’s a little cheesy but that is just who I am.
Take it or leave it, I honestly don’t care. Because this is the kind of person I am.
One thing I know about my partner is that he is such a nerd for a major reason: he lives for those RPG games. I’m talking D&D kind of games. The one with the 20 sided dice and the game board and the scenarios that blow someone’s mind. The kinds of games that go until six in the morning and the players leave soon after to go to work.
I don’t know how people do it. I don’t know how Ernie does it. But it does help that he sucks down a lot of sugar. But that is also a bad thing. He knows about sugars. About the good sugars and the bad sugars. And sadly when he plays those rounds of scenario RPGs, he ends up surviving off bad sugars.
When I get up that morning to get ready for work, I hear the sound of snorting, laughing, and then some. It’s kinda weird to hear that first thing in the morning but I know what is going on. He has had one of his long nights overnight kind of games again. And I just ignore it because hey…what can I do?
When I get done with the shower, I hear shuffling feet into the bathroom. He strips down and joins me. I glance at the floor before he closes the door. Of course he had a cloak on and then some. He might as well be Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings. But I’m not gonna question it. A part of me thinks it’s weird as hell. The other part of me thinks its wicked hot. This is why I love having a nerd for a partner. He has his life and I have mine but in the end we love each other.
That’s what it comes down to. You can fight, bitch at each other, swing your arms every which way but in the end, you are just you. If you can find a way to love them at the end of the night, then you are a true couple. If not, then you have a lot of work to do. That’s not a good thing.
These days I don’t care what people think about my boyfriend. Hell I would marry him if I could afford the ring. That’s it. That’s what I could do. We could get engaged. Hell, we’ve been together for a year at least if not longer. That would be the perfect way to show that I am all in committed to him other than you know living together.