In the last two years I have dated:
(In proper order)
*Rich W. (Crazed man who started a nine hour standoff with state police when I ended things)
Only one wasn’t a J name.
I’m definitely seeing a pattern of J’s coming through my life. And I will never again date three Jason’s in a row.
Last night, James C. flat out threw his hat in the ring. He fished for sex a little but accepted ahead of time that I would say no because he knows I’m practicing celibacy and am waiting to have sex again until I am in a committed relationship.
So then he sent this which ensured he didn’t make me drop him and think of him as nothing but some guy wanting to get laid:
He’s kinda cute with his long blond hair and pretty blue eyes. He smells nice, too. He owns a vape shop, and I’ve already hung out once. Now I’m on my way out the door again to hang out with a man with a J name and watch YouTube videos and sit on his couch and giggle like teenagers over the silliness and just exist beside someone who wants to boink me but is respecting my boundaries. How nice…a guy who proves he thinks I’m boinkable but can control himself and accept my stance without trying to argue with me about it.
Even if his name does start with a J, which has proven to be a pattern that breaks my heart when given the chance…