The boyfriend and I had a talk yesterday. I had to make sure we were on the same page. I also had to figure out what was on that page.
“Why are we doing this?”
“Dating.” Like, what’s the point?
We came to the conclusion that we were dating because we enjoy each other’s company. Because we have an emotional and physical connection. Because being together makes us happy.
Is it really as simple as that? It should be. I date for today, not tomorrow. I’m not worried about next week or the week after because I’m not picturing a future “us.” It’s not that I don’t care about the future; I’d just rather take it one step at a time.
I asked the boyfriend how he felt.
“I want a future, but I won’t force a future.”
“What does that mean?”
It took a fifteen minute car ride to deduce that this meant he would let life happen and see where it takes us. We agreed that neither of us wanted to force a relationship. At the end of the car ride, we realized we were, in fact, on the same page.
We had also arrived at Ted’s Bulletin because where else do you go when you’re craving cake and shakes after 9 PM?
People wonder how the boyfriend and I work. Sometimes I do too. We’re so different in every imaginable way. We lead completely separate lives. We barely text, and when we’re together, barely talk (probably because I’m napping.) I guess it works because at the end of the day we’re able to smile while stuffing ourselves silly with sugar. And we’re happy.