Numbers game..

Let's throw some numbers around. 

I would like to start with #24.   Not because he was particularly memorable or etched his name on a corner of my heart.  He, in fact, failed at most attempts to gain my affection or attention.  I want to talk about #24 because he's safe like a gay guy.  Because he's still around.  Because he's my friend and still offers me some comedic relief. 

I have been laughing at #24 for years.

I met him on the internet. 

Pause:  Before everyone starts turning their face upside down, let me set the record straight.  Meeting someone on the internet just sort of happens sometimes.  Groups, blogs, facebook, twitter, etc. lead to common interests, leads to the exchange of phone numbers, leads to dates.  That's how it happens for everyone, right?

#24 and I started conversing about music first.  He had some equipment and some editing software on his computer.  He had me right there--that was our "thing."  If I could've frozen that--our thing--and made that the only thing.  We would still have a thing. 

Not the way it works though. 

I try not to get caught up in ages, and you will find that I don't discriminate.  I have gone as high as 50 and low enough to not be able to buy me a drink at the bar.  Oh #16.........  *smiles smugly to self*

#24 was immature though--still is.  He used to sit around with his friends in a cloud of smoke laughing like Beavis and Butthead.  I already felt old--I never liked Beavis and Butthead.  I asked his age.  23!!  Gah!!  Too young!!  There was something about him though, something calm and caring and eager about him (I like them a little eager). 

Dating Folly (I got this one from one of the millions of articles that I read about dating):  I never went anywhere with him out in public.  I mean NO WHERE.  I'm different--my interests are focused and refined.  I was too afraid that his activities would be too juvenile and mundane for me and mine too advanced for his mind.  Yes, this sounds a little snooty, but trust me, I was hitting the nail on the head.  Plus, he was bouncing back and forth between me and his "girl" (he thought I didn't know).  And I didn't want anyone to find out how old he was.  So he remained my little secret. 

S.N.  I often find myself being the rebound girl.  We can explore that at a later date. 

Our thing was music production and cuddling.  He was good at that. 

When we stepped out of the box is when trouble started--like sex. 

Pause:  My magic number is 2.  I will get into this more later, but basically I will have sex with someone twice before I decide on a grade and if I wasn't to continue to have sex with them. 

#24 and I had sex twice.  Bless his heart--he tried.  He seemed so nervous, and I'm sure that after he seen the expression on my face (during sex), he knew it was a wrap. 

I'm not here to bash #24.  He's a great person except for the violent temper, mood swings, and childish antics. 

OK, he wasn't amazing.  Wasn't for me.  Still my friend, well, hopefully still. 

Occasionally I try to think back to what originally made me smile about him.  Mark these in the "pro" column:

I like to be kissed, not smothered.  Kissed in such a way that I forget where I am or who might be watching.  And he told me that I was beautiful everyday, even when he didn't see me.  He would text me saying that he just knew I was beautiful at that moment. 

That always made me smile

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  1. UnknownSeptember 12, 2012 at 2:28 PM

    Thanks for Sharing.....you make me smile. :-) #24 hahaha

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