i have no idea what i'm doing with the person i'm dating. she is full on crazy, and unpredictable. she has a lot, and i do mean a lot of baggage, from her last relationship. i've met her ex twice now, he's a coke addict from new zealand, and he has small, cold, hands.
the problem is when things are good, which has been almost the entire 2, and a half months we've been together it's really fucking good. funny, fun, smart, we talk, we have crazy good sex. there are moments that feel like movie love story magic, and others that make me understand exactly why charles bukowski drank himself to death.
a big part of me, the part that has been learning from past relationships tells me to take what's left of my sweet side, and run. but as soon as i really start to consider it something too big, or too surreal happens, and just leaves me totally breathless. only a complete fool ignores the moments where time, space, and the eliments around us come together like it all rhymes and shakespeare wrote the scene. example?
the girl, and i were sitting on the grass, in the sun somewhere mostly private. we start kissing while we are talking about trying hard to be patient with each other, and how it's imposible to be truly objective. things heat up fast in the sun. what we have is about 76% fucking, and 24% love making. the sky pulled clouds over it eyes so it couldn't see, and i swear just as i said, out loud, "sex in the rain would be hot." the first drops fell, and as we finished together the sky opened up, and just soaked us.....
so, is there such a thing as magic, or is it all just good sex, and coincidence?
the problem is when things are good, which has been almost the entire 2, and a half months we've been together it's really fucking good. funny, fun, smart, we talk, we have crazy good sex. there are moments that feel like movie love story magic, and others that make me understand exactly why charles bukowski drank himself to death.
a big part of me, the part that has been learning from past relationships tells me to take what's left of my sweet side, and run. but as soon as i really start to consider it something too big, or too surreal happens, and just leaves me totally breathless. only a complete fool ignores the moments where time, space, and the eliments around us come together like it all rhymes and shakespeare wrote the scene. example?
the girl, and i were sitting on the grass, in the sun somewhere mostly private. we start kissing while we are talking about trying hard to be patient with each other, and how it's imposible to be truly objective. things heat up fast in the sun. what we have is about 76% fucking, and 24% love making. the sky pulled clouds over it eyes so it couldn't see, and i swear just as i said, out loud, "sex in the rain would be hot." the first drops fell, and as we finished together the sky opened up, and just soaked us.....
so, is there such a thing as magic, or is it all just good sex, and coincidence?