Eat My Words

Maybe it’s not that simple. To always be so serious in one’s pursuit of the one…

After a painful fairly recent end to my long-standing relationship with FB (flyboy) and a somewhat proud history of never having had a one night stand, a long work-related flirting history that had escalated exponentially over the past couple of weeks culminated in us finally ending up back at my place last night. No longer can I make firm declarations that standards must always be maintained. I have learned that there definitely is room for fun in there too. I think that Kerner (author of BHYNTIHE) had it right when he said there is a place for casual sexual relationships but preferably only when they are earth-shattering, or near-earth-shattering. And this one was, I think, partially, because we both mutually care for each other, at least within the confines of our professional relationship.
For multiple, complicated reasons, I do not expect that this will turn into actual dating (and, I think this is mutual). I do worry though that the feared, possibly inevitable, emotional attachment is just lurking around the corner waiting for me. But, being breezy, fun, and single now, this might prove to be the ultimate FWB relationship, serving nicely to help me get over FB in due time. And what’s wrong with that?

I went into last night thinking it was going to be just this one time, but ETB (exam table boy) is already wondering if I will visit him while he is “on call” tonight. Grey’s Anatomy? Not exactly McDreamy, but close...