Box of Mystery

Either I’ve been in long-term relationships for too much of my life or I’ve failed to have an active recent social life. Hang on, they’re both true, so that probably explains why I’ve only heard the phrase “fuck buddy” a few times in my life, and all recently; the most recent of which being in a film and on a blog. I’m so new to this blogging thing that I don’t know if it is polite to ask a blogger before you link to them, so if she says “yes”, I’ll edit this up with a link (she did, so click away) – she puts the whole thing much better than I’m about to, and manages to do so without several hundred words of extra unnecessary emotional commentary that I’m going to subject you to.

This is loosely related to a post the other day where I said that needed to go shopping to get some things. Nothing in particular, just things – get this house looking more like a home. I suppose I’d better do some redecorating too, but it has been made clear to me on a million different occasions that a woman’s touch avoids me making highly questionable choices and generally ensures some actual style, consistency and quality.

In between grand plans of redecorating, I got to thinking about what I really missed: sharing my life and thoughts with someone, cuddles, hugs and waking up with someone other than myself without regrets. One night stands offer none of this… A bed is so much warmer and nicer with the cosy naked body of someone you fancy next to you. You get to smile in a way that makes the Cheshire Cat look like a miserable bastard.

All this sounds like I’m ready to leap right into another long-term relationship, but my judgement is far from class-A quality right now, particularly when it comes to emotional things and I risk hurting myself as well as others. But as I’ve mentioned in previous posts, my female-bottom-assessment department has started functioning perfectly, so the whole “friend with extras” thing started sounding attractive — all without having to leap into a commitment that I may or may not be ready for. Dating-light, hopefully without the risk of unintentionally hurting someone.

As a footnote, since someone clicked on one of my astronomy links, here is another. Isn’t it humbling to realise that every single human being alive today exists on that tiny blue and white sphere? Life is fragile, folks, make the most of it.