Yee haa!
He’s gonna call me for lunch this week. And I have to have some way to refer to him, so let’s call him Web Boy.
I can’t tell you how I agonized over this all week. Business alone was borderline overwhelming—the entire week was eaten by the locusts of marketing—and yet Web Boy was never very far from the front of my thoughts.
What I decided was that I had to be true to myself. I want a relationship. While I wouldn’t turn down trick sex, trick sex as an opening gambit could jeopardize the chances for something longer-term.
And that if something could work out with Web Boy, then I also don’t want to fuck his head up. Early recovery is mind-blowing enough without all the added overhead of relationships and relationship-building. Still, I don’t want to let him get too far away, just in case there might be something there.
What I decided was that I’d ask him to a business lunch. That lets us get to know one another in a non-threatening way and my business genuinely needs some skill sets that I don’t have time to acquire, let alone master, on my own.
So my goal tonight was to to ask Web Boy if he’d like to have lunch sometime so we could talk geek stuff. Leave it at that and see where it goes.
The meeting topic tonight was sex, relationships and intimacy in early recovery.
Uh huh.
I keep telling ya, everything that happens to me happens for a reason. When I’m faced with a quandary and I make the wrong choice, the consequences are swift and painful. When I make the right choice, it’s confirmed for me equally quickly and unambiguously.
After the meeting I strolled right over and said, “Hey Web Boy. I was thinking all week that I’d like to get together with you and talk geek stuff. Would you like have lunch sometime?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “That sounds nice. How about sometime next week?”
“That’s cool. I don’t have any lunch appointments at all next week.”
“I’ll check my calendar and give you a call.”
Now I just have to keep doing the next right thing.
And quit agonizing over it.
