House Guest

I live by myself. So the last time I’ve had a guy spend the night, was New Years. It was a fellow that was looking to hook up. And it was not going to happen. But I remember the awkwardness of waking up early (I’m a morning person) and waiting for them to wake up and get the fuck out. Once he did wake up, he found me on my couch watching RuPaul’s Drag Race, and proceeded to stay for hours watching it with me. Which was actually pleasant enough, but surprisingly not the first time that has happened with a “house guest”.

I can’t honestly remember the last time I had someone stay over (including my last boyfriend) where I wanted them to stay. Where I wasn’t cringing that they were still in bed.

To be even more honest, I can’t remember the last time a man has looked at me with passion and longing. You know the look. The look that secures you in their mind that will last. Not just for the moment.

Fuckin’ sad.

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