Bad Ideas That Seem So Right

I might as well be blunt. I've got myself a fuck-buddy for the summer.

We'll call him FB. Problem is, I am starting to really like him and I can't tell if the feeling is mutual. I mean, I obviously know that he likes me in one certain respect, but as for the others, I don't know. I think so. Maybe? I'm told that I'm generally likable.

This is the very same guy I mentioned a few weeks back who I ran into on Lincoln Road (see post on "Fumbling Towards Destiny"). Destiny kicked me in the ass last weekend and got things started at a mutual friend's birthday party. I had the Scottish courage going (is there such a thing? I was drinking Scotch and smoking $1.29 cigars from 7-Eleven while I played Texas Hold 'Em ... and lost). He drove me back to my new apartment, conveniently located about ten blocks from his, came upstairs, and ... (a lady never divulges her secrets on the Internet ... but yeah like I'm a lady!).

But things are going well, much better than usual, probably because there is no actual "relationship pressure" or some such nonsense. He's easily the one of the cutest guys I've ever been involved with and I'm quite certain this will end badly -- how could it end any other way? With my track record of recent years it seems fated for a bad end.

But you never know. Maybe this time I'll get lucky -- literally and figuratively.