Random Esquire

I used to pride myself on not having much relationship baggage but after my break-up with Boss…well, let’s just say I’d be paying to check a bag.  What form does it take?  I believe that I gave so much to that relationship that, once over, I began to relish living alone and thinking of myself.  In fact, my dream home is actually a duplex with a hamster tube running between each side.  Anyway, this new love for all things autonomous has, unfortunately, resulted in…well, I can be a little set in my ways.  Besos delicately brought this to my attention over the weekend. Here’s how this went down.

Besos:  “I sometimes want to kick Boss.”

RE:  *silence*

Besos:  “I know that I am your first serious relationship since that one…Sometimes, I wish I was the second.”

RE:  “Should I go date someone else?”

Besos:  “No! It’s too late.”

RE:  “Are you sure?  We’ll just date for a couple of months.  Then I’ll come back.”

Besos:  “Then I’ll do the same thing.  I’ll date someone else for a few months.”

RE:  “Ok.”

*pause*

“But you can’t sleep with them.”

Besos:  “WHAT?  What’s the point of that?”

Yes, we seriously have ridiculous conversations like this one.