routine

Life has settled into a comfortable routine. By that I mean little happens that is unexpected.   Time sharing with John is actually working out well.  He still provides money and the occasional chore without my having to have sex with him, nor see him every day.

I've been presented with an opportunity with my friend Eric.  He has responded to my tired and overused flirtations by flirting back.  He's went further than Randy by actually kissing me on the cheek and sending me a picture of his junk.  I feel like I'm too old for this ride.

He's still in his twenties and I know the futility of straight guys, especially the slippery slope of rationalizing I can just handle sex.  The main problem is Eric is a nice guy; literally a boy scout.  If I could get past my low body/sex image and had hope there could be something more than just regretful sex, I think I would be interested. 

Even though, days bleed into each other.  I am constantly annoyed with/by people when they call/visit then after a few days, I miss the company.  There's only so much Skyrim and TV binging that can be done before it gets old.  By the way. my perfect boyfriend would be Stiles Stilinsky aka Dylan O'Brien.  Sigh....he even catches my eye more than Jason Ralph. 

I've always been a fool for goofy boyish guys that laugh and are quirky.   Where is my kermit?