Why pretend?

Ok, why pretend that I'm going to update this on a regular basis? I'll update it as and when I remember, damn it, and not a moment sooner.

Update on my life:

I am no longer single.

This state of affairs has been going on for around two months now, and I'm kind of hoping that it lasts for a very very long time.

His name is Gray, and I've known him for around five years now. We've been living in the same house for a year and, up until the very night it happened, I never really imagined that I could feel about him the way I do.

Ok, you want details? Here they are...

A couple of weeks before it happened, we'd been watching the film 'Hitch'. I was feeling slightly pants about being single, so after the film, I went into Gray's room, said "move over, I'm feeling lonely". He did so, and I slept in his bed. That's it, just slept, nothing more. This wasn't the first time it had happened, so I didn't think any more of it.

So, fast forward a couple of weeks...

We'd been to the pub with another housemate, stayed until closing time, then come back to the house to continue with the drinking. We stayed up until around 4am drinking and chatting until I finally decided I couldn't stay awake any more and retired to bed. After a little while, gray opens the door and says 'move over, I'm lonely', so I did. (it's probably important at this point to mention that I sleep in the nude. However, I was quite drunk, so I just kind of didn't think it was a big deal.) So the lights go out and we settle down in my single bed to sleep. I'm quite aware of the fact that I'm not wearing anything, but decide not to mention it. After a couple of minutes, Gray suddenly says "You're actually totally naked, aren't you". I realised my cover was blown and just said 'Uh huh', not really being sure what else to say. I mean, I could hardly deny it, could I? My head was resting on his shoulder, and I looked up at his face, as if to say 'Whoops'. Then he did something I hadn't expected.

He kissed me.

Now, in five years of knowing each other, we'd never kissed. So I had no idea that, when it happened, I would (internally) say 'fucking hell, this is nice'. Kissing led to more kissing, and then to some rather cramped heavy petting. It was decided unanimously to move to his room, where he has a double bed.

Stuff happened.

Very good stuff, actually.

You've got to get some idea of what a surprise this was. I hadn't intended to sleep with him. Not that night or at all - we were really good friends and I didn't want to mess that up. But when it did happen, the biggest surprise was that it didn't feel weird, or wrong. It felt like the most sensible, natural, wonderful thing. I realised that this was what it should be like. Always.

So I turned to him afterwards and said "you know you're stuck with me now, don't you". Being the sensitive, in-touch-with-his-feelings kind of guy he said "I don't like the sound of that. How about 'pleasantly encumbered'"

That'll do me, I thought.

He's rude, occasionally uncouth and has a really sick sense of humour.

How fantastic can one man be?

Two months on, I still don't know how I got so lucky.