Where we stand...

Professor and I had a nice talk last night--after some very racy text messages.

We are going to get together Friday. We shall see what happens, but we did make some rules, a la Seinfeld for if we do become FWB. And let's face...we're gonna do it, so to speak.

I was awakened from a deep REM sleep last night when my phone received the filthiest text message I have ever seen (okay, I haven't seen that many filthy texts, but still...)and the exchange continued until professor had to excuse himself. My innocuous dreams were not coming back for the evening.

We are, in fact, friends. We have too much fun hanging out and talking and laughing at and with one another to let that go. Our conversations run the gamut from cerebral, to silly, to emotional, to poignant.

I am still free to date other people, although he is not going to be dating anyone for the time being. And he also knows that if invited on a prospective date that I may be interested in, that takes precedent over him (in theory, anyway).

If I meet a guy whom I decide to be intimate with, Professor and I will be strictly friends, and not Friends with Benefits.

Things for the most part, seemed comfortable and he seemed, for the first time in ages, relaxed. It was good.

So, go ahead and call me a slut. Judge me as you will and think what you want. I am happy with the situation. He is happy, and it is probably the healthiest relationship I have had for a long time. We respect one another, we are very attracted to one another, no doubt, but we are not in a place to take this to the next level.

I am searching for a relationship, but see no reason why I can't have some great sex in the meantime.

He can't handle a relationship right now, but, being a man, he needs sex.
It is a win-win situation.

Bite me if you disagree.