Instant Coffee
Now I know that’s all I am
I have not gotten together with Pete for “coffee” in over a year because there has been no need for it. We don’t date. We are not involved in each other’s lives. I know he just expects me to visit him on occasion for sex which is fine because it’s completely honest which is what we like about each other. We flirt shamelessly via harmless text messages. He was the man who told me it was sexy making love to me because I’m “helpless”. I had asked him what his thoughts were when he first met me because I have a disability. OK the conversation was more crude than that, but I’m trying to keep it classy here.
This story is a follow up to this tale:
Limiting our contact with each other to just text messages has been fun. I have to think he thinks it’s fun, too, or he wouldn’t do it. Pete pops up on my phone at some interesting times. There seems to be some kind of energetic connection whereby we know the other is thinking about the other. I have known I had no plans to go see him, but he persisted at checking in with me. This has been going on for over a year. It has a…
