When does a fling become more than a fling? When does it cross from NSA or FWB to a relationship, to full words dripping with promises and exceptions?
The line feels murky right now between us. You and I both claim to want only a fling, sex with a side of laughter. But then, we tiptoe in the world of girlfriends. I have a toothbrush and toothpaste in your bathroom. You dropped of a slice a lemon cake (from my favorite bakery) at my office when I returned after my accident in the parking lot. We spend night after night together, cuddling…fucking…reading. Have a crossed the magical Mason Dixon line of more than just a quick kinky fuck?
We both state over and over again that the last thing we need as individuals is a relationship, but our fling is feeling more like a relationship then my last actual relationship and that leaves me slightly confused. And by the way you looked at me last night, kissing me in softly in the kitchen, I know I am not alone in the uncertainty.
I like what we have, I really do. I like having home-cooked meals together. I like that you support my writing and I encourage you in your MBA adventures. I just wonder, as we sit intertwined together on the couch in a comfortable silence, if there is some great term in the linguist world that describes what the fuck we are to each other.