the shameful tales of a happily single

WHAT?!

Since January, I have been pondering a boy. He is strongly entrenched in my social circle, so I see him all the time. (a blessing and a curse) After a hand on my lower back and some serious flirtation, I’ve been considering making a move for him.

This is only newsworthy because this is the first local boy in two years to give me pause.

It’s disconcerting to like a boy. It’s even more disconcerting to like a boy with actual potential.

About a year ago, while smoking with his bff, the bff said to me “I think you and Complicated Cam would make a great pair.”

I paid him no mind at the time, but those words keep coming back to me.

I think this dude is my equal. I think he’d be good for me, and I’d be good for him. I think it wouldn’t just be two weeks of great sex – and from his wildly inappropriate text messages, I’m confident it would be really great sex. I think he would fit nicely into my life and me into his.

And that’s fucking scary.

All signs point to him wanting to hit this – hard. He has apparently talked about the inevitability of us getting biblical to others, and like I mentioned, there were incredibly inappropriate text messages being exchanged the other day. From what I’ve heard, these types of messages aren’t sent to just anyone.

But I have to remember. This is a game, and according my friends, this is a game I can win.

I doubt it, but I am pretty excited to try.