I guess at no point was I considering my seeing T on Saturday a “date.” I expected us to hang out, have a few drinks, talk a lot, and enjoy each other’s company. So I didn’t find it unusual at all that I sent Dr Honeydew a few text messages during that time. I couldn’t help it. I was thinking about him. Thinking it could have been him I was having drinks with and talking and laughing with.
At some point, I realized that was probably not cool. So I stopped and T and I talked tons and he showed me some cool websites with more info and pics of his country. I am just so fascinated by it all. They have such an interesting history.
Oh, and did I mention that T got his ear pierced?! I’m a dork, I know, but it’s way hot. Anyway, more drinks later, and yes, things moved in other directions. No need to go into detail, but it was more than just friendly behavior. Why? I don’t know. Pick a reason: being wanted feels nice, I miss kissing, I’m a selfish bitch, I was drunk, I was horny, he’s fucking hot. Whatever.
I think what it really boils down to is two things. One: I feel like it’s completely ridiculous to shut myself off from others simply because of a psuedo-relationship I have with someone who lives 1200 miles away. And two, which probably is the only real reason: Dr Honeydew is soooo nice and soooo thoughtful and sooo sweet and sooooo smart and sooooo incredible. And I couldn’t finally really be attracted to another “nice guy,” could I?!
True to form, however, when I talked to Dr Honeydew on Sunday, I told him I’d gone out with someone. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but at the same time, said even if I had been able to talk to him before I left, he would’ve wanted me to go. That it’s not fair to expect me to hole myself up in my house for the next month. And that he was actually surprised it hadn’t happened sooner. He didn’t want details or names or whatever, but was perplexed as to why I was texting him during my “date.”
Anyway, long story slightly shorter, after much guilt (me) and much understanding I came to the conclusion that, at least until after his visit, I won’t be seeing anyone. I’d rather see what happens with him first and not risk fucking that up over a serving of Turkish Delight that I know will always be a To Go order.
I think Dr Honeydew and I spent almost the entire day on the phone. A few breaks here and there, but for the most part, we talked until the way wee hours of the morning (neither of us had to work Monday).
P.S. Am I the only person in the world that had never had phone sex? Granted, I preferred the real thing the night before, but damn. I am such a whore.



