Storytime! I recently met this guy. He is a mutual friend of my girlfriend and her friend. We have hung out in group settings three times, and we have even tried to set up a date during this pandemic, although it has fallen through. We have exchanged numbers, but neither of us has really put forth the effort to make anything happen. However, after the first night hanging out, those thoughts and feelings popped up into my head. I am not interested in a relationship, but random sex may be fun! But then what if it hurts? And then I have to stop him. And then he gets mad. And then I have to explain the diagnosis and why I am stopping. And then I have ruined the mood.
So maybe I should talk to him about the diagnosis BEFORE it gets to sex. But then, is it pity sex? And after how many encounters do I bring it up? Can I warn him about my yet-to-exist sexual issues that may or may not surface in the heat of passion? What if I tell him and he becomes uninterested? Then I just wasted a whole bunch of emotional energy telling that story for nothing! UGH.
So, here I sit. At my desk. With my laptop and my Dr. Pepper. The kids are arguing over video games, the dog peed on my bathroom rug, there is a frozen pizza in the oven at 2 in the afternoon (because I forgot to cook), and the hot water heater just went out, so I am on hold praying that the warrantee is still good. The sex can, and will have to, wait.
Oh, and that guy? He was married.