Profundities - He has them
 

I have a friend, a man, I've known for nine years or so - it started out a romantic sexual relationship but it was very clear soon that we were wildly incompatible except for the sex, for which we were wildly compatible. We dumped everything about the relationship except a friendly sex groove which is working fine. I am now free to enjoy him just as he is and I don't obsess over "changing" him. He is, putting aside his sex addiction, a salt-of-the-earth type.

He was just here visiting. I didn't have anything to offer him to drink except Perrier water - and NO, I am NOT being pretentious. I only use it to make my Cranberry drink (which I drink instead of vodka all day long so don't judge me) but was out of the cranberry. He said he'd try it. His comment: "Tastes like Sprite without the taste."

That's just one reason why I like this guy. Keeps it real.

I thought I would surprise him once and got him some of those hoity toity expensive cookies from Cheryl & Co. He took one bite and said, "This is the worst cookie I've ever had. Why didn't you get some Little Debbies?"


Ah. I like that.

Harumph... see if I bring you anymore caviar and foie gras. stomp stomp stomp...Slam... stomp stomp stomp :p

:)

Sounds like "wildly incompatible" is a bit of an overstatement.

Enjoy each other's company. It sounds super!

Sounds like he has a bit of a Being There thing going on. I'm so jealous.

He'd drive me up the wall TBH.
But I envy you having no strings sex like crazy!

I had a sex-buddy thing going on with a man who was more or less my political opposite. The good thing about being a down-at-heel lefty is that if you shag the opposition - they have money! He'd come and pick me up in his gorgeous car, and give me a lift to work the next day. I'd cook dinner in his lovely warm house with the big TV and power shower. Worked really well while it lasted (he fell in love with a woman of the same type as him - I mourned a little).

The real beauty of this thing is that he's never here long enough to drive me nuts. He, ahem, rather comes and goes. It's v. nice, ackshully! :)

yeah. I tend to think he's more of a Rainman than the Voice of Unsullied Sense...but, whatever. He's got a nice one. I like to keep Kurt Vonnegut's quote in mind: You never know who will get a nice one.

ha ha ha
dirty whore

I know who I am.

You're the best kind.

I had to read that first post twice. I thought you said, "...I don't obsess over 'charging' him..."

So, wait, are you saying he refers to his balls as "my profundities?"

That's what I call my poops.

I want to be like you Bri. That is all...