officially exclusive...

I knew it was coming. I mean after all Sweetness and I have been dating for three months. We’re officially exclusive. He asked me Saturday. I don’t know whether to puke or jump in joy. Puke, because part of me still detests the thought of the cuddling, hand holding and “I love you”s. I think that portion of me will never go away. Jump in joy because he is a nice guy. I really do like him, but I like my singledom too.

So naturally, I had to test him. “Can I wear my bootylicious mini-skirt to the Beyonce concert with my matching body-bearing top (even though you won’t be there)?”

He said, “Yes.”

“Really?”

“I trust you,” he replied. That makes two of us. I mean I trust him, but about as much as I trust anybody after three months. Trust and I just don’t go well together anyway. He could very well take a knife stab it my heart, twist it around and leave. Okay, so maybe that was a bit too graphic. But that’s the way I see it.

Anyways, so we spent both evenings together this weekend and he didn’t get on my nerves. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s so quiet. I don’t ever see him getting on my nerves. If anything, I probably get on his nerves. I suppose it was nice. Saturday night, after the movie, we went back to his place. We fell asleep on the couch together watching the Disney Channel. It was serene.