I messaged B on H*nge one night, “You could be my daddy, if you want to.”
Some things are better said simply?
As unHinged as that introduction was, he thought I was funny and cool and wanted to be my friend. I would consider him as much. It’s been a long time, and he still fills me up whenever I see him.
I half-joked the other day, “the most beautiful, long-term friendships I have are with some of my friends-with-benefits”. And it’s true.
B and I were open right away about our issues with intimacy, how ill-equipped we were to be in relationships, but how much we still craved a certain kind of connection.
This is the basis of our connection, being two people who are hard to love and who still want to make love to someone.
If I didn’t know his tenderness, I would have judged him as being a gym bro. He’s a body builder with broad hulking shoulders. I’d never been with someone ripped like that. I thought he’d use his strength to toss me around, but he led me to his bed and planted gentle kisses on me while we cuddled.