Can’t We Skip ‘The Talk’ and Jump to the Sex?
The other day The Marine said that we should take a cruise together this summer. At first I fancied the idea (five days of fucking, eating, and drinking? oh HELLS YEAH), but the more I thought about it the more I started to worry. Would this be of the Love Boat variety or a Booze Cruise? Was he thinking something romantic or simply something fun? What does this MEAN?!
Today the nagging voice in the back of my head (not the one that sounds like my mother, but one that sounds like a cracked-out Disney cartoon character) finally got to me. It was time for the “we need to talk” conversation. Ugh, I HATE those. Isn’t the point of having a non-boyfriend/non-relationship so that I can avoid all the usual “where is this all going” crap that clogs up the sex between skid marked underwear and fights over whose turn it is to scrub the toilet?
I mean seriously, how complicated is it? I want sex. I don’t want to talk about my feelings.
