So when I mentioned to my girlfriends what the living situation for my trip to NYC was, they all jumped to the conclusion that somehow I would end up in the young man's bed. And/ fall in love with the fool. Dear readers it took me a week to come to the conclusion that the above forementioned will NEVER happen.
In the four weeks that we have cohabited I have met 4 of his girlfriends/ ex girlfriends whom he is currently on excellent terms with. They come over to watch TV, use the printer, he helps them with their taxes... (they are all caucasian but that is by the by). I have known the blaguard since we were in diapers so even my brief dalliance with him was very very measured. Do not get me wrong, I love the man to death. But our nethers will not be meeting in the nearest future.
Since we parted, I have been, as you know, unsuccessful in my pursuit of a life partner and he has taken an alternative course. In that he has shagged his way through the 5 borros. I can love you and not need herpes and he isn't my type (read, he is not Michiel Huisman). I find it interesting though that although we are still great friends, brother and sister to anyone's eyes, he may feel that I don't approve of his general behaviour. I did some thinking about this and I think what it is is that whilst I am more or less used to being 'on my own'; I've never had a 'we' situation going on to be honest, he has always had 'someone' since we broke up 11 years ago. The sort of fear being with someone would bring to me (and it is something I do want btw), he has never experienced. Basically, he would be terriffied of being single. This explains why he attempted to break up with his current girlfriend and failed. The break up didn't make it to 48 hours without him staying over. Then there was the 'it's complicated' phase and now has come acceptance.
So dear relatives and friends who were hoping we would get back together, read my lips. I don't want herpes.
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