Falling in Love Again

Never wanted to
What am I to do…
I can’t help it

So, I kinda fell in love again this weekend. Not crush “love” like at the gym. Or me “falling in love” with random guys I see at the bar. This was an in person meeting with a guy with whom I find myself rather smitten.

Sure it started as a sex hookup— but it ended up going so well that I’m hooked.

Physically he’s my type- tall. Thin. Furry. Otter. Hipster. Tattoos. 70’s porn flair with shaggy hair and a mustache even. But he’s also smart. Artistic. Interesting. From The Pacific Northwest so he has that vibe. He bikes. He’s chill.

And yeah. The sex was off the charts.

I so wanna spend more time with him. Cook meals. Watch movies. Go biking. Hike. Play frisbee. And fuck like crazed weasels.

There’s just one small problem… he has a boyfriend.

They’re open, so it wasn’t like I was home wrecking or anything. But I didn’t count on falling. And falling hard.

This sucks, and it’s basically the story of my life. I on rare occasion meet a guy with whom I really connect- only to find out they’re unavailable. And it isn’t like I’m deliberately seeking out the unavailable (like straight or obviously married guys). I just stumble into someone, and they’ve already been snatched up by someone else. It’s so frustrating.

Because despite what most people think about me, I really would like to find someone to share time and space with. Preferably much More time and space than the average hookup.