We’ve known each other for years. We went on a “date” (really unsure if it should be called a date, complicated) the night I signed my divorce papers. Now- this was *not* a date. I am not like a total crazy person here who decided 4 minutes after getting a divorce that “I wanted to start dating”. We simply went to dinner.
We spent a lot of time together at first. We would get off work at about the same time, usually make some sort of dinner plans, and sometimes I would stay the night. Now this was also before the time that I drove, so Vegas Friend would pick me up and drop me off all the time.
Dinner, movies, get a massage, go to Vegas, stay in and watch Tosh.0- even weird mundane shit like grocery shopping- I didn’t drive and we both needed to go.
I needed to buy a car so I saved what I thought would be enough for a down payment. Vegas friend and I woke up one morning and he said “wanna go car shopping today?”. And no, I did not. At all. I thought I was going to DIE from anxiety. I wouldn’t even test drive any of the vehicles because I was too scared. I ended up finding my car, and when the dealership wanted X amount of money more for a down payment, Vegas Friend, without hesitation, offered it to me. And I really didn’t want to take it, and it felt weird- but I was also so close to owning that car that I accepted. And of course, I paid him back.
( Side note, I did end up calling Mom/Ass Kicker at the dealership where she was like BUY THE DAMN CAR- in a nice way of course>)
Now I still didn’t have my license and Vegas Friend and I would practice in my car all the time… But I couldn’t bring myself to take the driver’s test. Then one-day Vegas Friend called me on my shit when I was in Texas. Basically, said I didn’t drive because I was too scared to drive, and I was just holding myself back. And he was stupidly correct. So, I made an appointment, took the test and PASSED! Still probably one of the greatest feelings I have had in my life.
Vegas Friend and I have been to Vegas twice, Palm Springs, we do fun random stuff all the time. He helped me move into where I am living now
Now I know what you’re thinking- wow, this “friend” is awfully nice. And yep, he is. But I think it’s obvious by our Vegas trips and sleep overs that we are a smidge more than friends. It’s complicated though- I won’t marry Vegas Friend. He won’t marry me. We won’t ever say I love you, or live together- and we are both 100% okay with that. We have a very low maintenance kind of “relationship” that works for both of us right now- and when it doesn’t work, then we will talk about it.
But this is what I will say… even though I am super hesitant to say these things on a blog…
The things I have learned from Vegas Friend are amazing. (So please Mom/Ass Kicker/ any one else who doesn’t want to know TURN AWAY)
I love traveling.
I love stuffed jalapenos.
There’s no way to see a movie unless it’s with reclining seats.
Sex is supposed to be good for BOTH people.
Star Wars doesn’t suck as much as I thought it would.
Relationships should be built on respect.
Back rubs solve almost everything.
People who respect you will never physically hurt you- in any capacity.
Beignets are a special type of delicious.
Day drinking is acceptable when you are on vacation.
Life is too short to eat crappy food.
What makes sex good is being comfortable and honest with each other.
Shit Vegas Friend does that makes me smile-
Ties my hair in a ponytail when I make cookies so it’s not in my face.
Cleans my car window when he fills my car up (because I don’t like to pump).
Makes sure the heater is on when I come over.
Teaches me to put air in my tires.
Spends money on a henna tattoo for me, knowing it will wash off.
Pretty sure he almost called 911 one day when I was writhing in pain from cramps at his house.
Like I said, it’s REALLY complicated. And I am leaving a few key pieces out here as to why it is so complicated.
But it works, and if for nothing else to teach us both some more lessons in life with a smile- and a lunch buddy.