I was scrolling through my stack of men and a familiar face came up. It was one of my good guy friends. I obviously had to swipe right for him. We knew it was fate. HaHa. It truly is funny that I have had a handful of people I knew or was friends with come up in my stack. A little awkward for the guys I know, but I am not friends with them. Awkward because I swiped left. Sorry not sorry.
I was still struggling with which route I wanted to take with Arthur. Friend path or more than friend path. There were a lot of similarities to some of my ex boyfriends of regret past, especially Gary and Barry. He did not seem like a bad guy at all. He was a very cookie cutter type of guy. Arthur made the comment he’s never been with a broad with a tongue ring. He said he probably wouldn’t let me near his crotch. I had a laugh at that since back in the day that was why most broads got their tongue pierced. Tongues and metal rods on guys shafts supposedly does wonders for extreme hardening. If he did not like the thought of a tongue ring, he would probably tell me I’m crazy when I asked him to choke me during sex. Or he would hightail it out of my house. ::pineapples bitch:: Arthur also referred to himself as a “pottery barn whore.” He slightly reminded me of the gay straight man that was talked about on Sex and the City. He was very nice, good looking, and had a great attitude. I could see us being good friends though.
My exes Gary and Barry were both cookie cutter, short and bland in bed. I don’t know what I want in a man, but I do know what I don’t want in a man. I am too wild and love to color outside the lines. Arthur and I were not going to work out as more than friends. It reminded me of Chibs from Sons of Anarchy when he was banging the Sheriff Althea Jarry. He told her that she was a cop and he was a criminal, so they cannot be scene walking hand in hand down the sidewalk. Arthur and I were the same situation. He knew I was writing about this on my blog. I knew I had to tell him before I wrote about it. That would be a real dick move if I did not tell him and just let him find out on here. I am a compassionate and honest person, so I asked him if it was possible for us to be just friends and I explained how I was feeling about it. I truly wanted to be friends with him and thought I was very kind with how I laid it out there. He responded to me with, “That’s fine.” That is not an ideal two word response. I have tried to message him since and nothing. We did not even kiss and Arthur was that salty. Maybe it was a good thing I ended it before it started. I didn’t want to end up like the movie ‘Safe Haven.’ Ha.
(side note: After this post, I am just going to do updates on the experiment. The days are stating to blend together.)