The new boy handles a pregnancy scare a hell of a lot better than my ex did. A HELL OF A LOT BETTER.
I'm actually impressed by his level of maturity. Oddly, I think the pregnancy scare actually made me feel closer to him, and prompted better communication. Jesus, if I actually wanted kids, I'd say this one actually has the skills to be a good father. But perhaps more pertinently to my life, he possesses the skills to be a good boyfriend. This pleases me.
It is enjoyable, this process of getting to know someone and being pleasantly surprised. I am actually glad I took the leap of going out that night instead of staying in. The boy is a fucking sweetheart ball of cuddles and affection. My intuition has only positive feedback so far. Interesting.
1:34 a.m. - 2013-08-22