I wish.
Having R live with me has been… interesting. He’s so different from any other guy I’ve ever been with and it’s taking some getting used to. He doesn’t need as much sleep as I do, which was the same with the ex, but since we’re sharing the house with my parents it doesn’t leave too many things that he can do after I go to sleep. And most of the things he’s found to do involve me waking up in the middle of the night. Not good. But I’m getting used to it. And I’m sure it’ll get better once he has a job again. He’s still been looking and not having much luck. The economy just sucks right now and jobs are hard to come by.
R is by far the most attentive man I’ve ever been with. He is constantly giving me kisses or touching me. It’s almost a little overwhelming at times. Don’t get me wrong – I am loving the attention, I’m just not used to it. Hell, getting the car guy to kiss me at all took almost an act of god. I went from constantly being kiss-deficient to being overloaded with kisses. And R is a snuggler, which I totally love. Every night before we go to sleep we curl up together and just hold each other. It’s so sweet.
On the downside, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as jealous as he is. He freaks out every time my phone rings because he thinks it’s another guy. And he’s taken to questioning my love for him. He keeps saying things like “are you sure you’re gonna be able to hang with someone like me?” I think he’s very insecure because of how his other girlfriends treated him. I don’t know how to get through to him that I’m not like they were and I’m not going to hurt him. My mom even told him one day that I am the last person on earth he should be worried about fucking him over – if anything I’ll fuck myself over just to hold onto him.
In spite of all this, I can still totally see myself being married to him.
