If you don’t know the history of Jake, you may want to read his back story (and as a sidebar, if any of you know how to get the results of a Tag search to come up oldest to newest, please let me know!).
He and I are both seeking similar things – an exclusive, very sexual, intellectual relationship. One where perhaps the occasional additional pleasure will be sought out with others, but always together.
While relationship may be too strong a word to describe what Jake and I have, it’s one of the most honest and open I’ve ever had.
He’s never tried to hide from me that he’s dating others, nor has he been too open with information I don’t want. He’s told me the nature of his interactions without being specific. For example, when we were both on POF, he said he was sometimes on there late on night when he was bored (honest!) or when he gets a message. He knows I could see when he was online or last online, so instead of leaving me wondering he told me head on.
He went on to say he isn’t interested in most of the women who reach out to him. He told me the few times he’s gone on dates, but usually in passing and always because there is some interesting tidbit – like a woman he went on one date with a while ago reached out to him again and told him she dated someone for 6 months who robbed her of almost $40,000.
One week he asked me whether I’d been naughty lately. I asked him to clarify what he meant and whether he was actually asking to hear about my experiences with other men. He said he was.
He went on to tell me he knows how much I like fucking him from the look on my face, and he also knows there are things he can’t provide me (a big black cock, for example) and so he doesn’t mind, and the thought turns him on.
So I told him a little bit about my time with Lewis and Clark, who I had both fucked that week. But I wasn’t too explicit, nor did I choose to tell him the sex with Clark was the best I’ve had in a very long time. None of them, including Clark, need to know that.
Jake and I had a bona fide date a couple of weeks ago. Instead of an evening rendezvous at my place, we went out for dinner. I’ve always enjoyed talking to him; he can talk about anything and everything, and he’s smart.
He made some side comment about wondering why I was interested in him – and it wasn’t self-deprecating as much as it was a statement of our differences. He’s always been sensitive to me being a white-collar executive living in an expensive neighbourhood, to his blue-collar world. He struggles with money and I don’t. I am very careful about this, but no matter what I say or don’t say, the differences are there.
I told him I was interested in him because he was smart, and interesting, and I liked hanging out with him, and he accepted me for who I was. I asked him what he liked about me. It was the usual blah blah… But what impressed me was he also said while he wasn’t sure we had long term potential, he liked hanging out with me.
In other words, he and I are in exactly the same place. We know there is just far too much difference in our day to day lives to really integrate. And that’s okay. We enjoy each other’s company, and we see each other one every other week, sometimes more.
And the best part for me? We both know exactly where each other stands. What a breath of fresh air.