Put a Ring On It

"If you liked it, then you shoulda put a RING on it"... God Bless Beyonce. She's ranting about what I am feeling. Well, maybe not puttin' an actual engagement ring on it, and most certainly not a penis ring (gross). But, how about dinner? What the hell happened to a nice dinner date? I'm talking about a proverbial ring.

And this ranting feeling is because I've got a date next Friday night to go listen to live jazz with Mr. Good in Bed. So Mr. "GIB" and I have been knowing each other for about 5 years. I believe our first bedroom encounter happened on January 1st, 2006 (after 2 dates). Over those 4.5 years, I've broken it off with him roughly 4 times. Yup, 4. He just keeps coming back. He's persistent and cocky and sexy and he rocks my world. We've never been in an actual "relationship", unless you consider a couple of dates followed by the best sex of my life as a relationship. I consider him to be my relational bed buddy. The problem? I like him outside of the sack. But, all we've been is the sack.

So I broke it off the no strings sex with GIB a few months ago, explaining that I was dating other people, and it just jacks with my head way to much to be sleeping with him while I'm looking for my potential new boyfriend. And although it wasn't an ultimatum, it was honestly a last ditch effort to try to con him into actually dating. He didn't take the bait. It also doesn't help that we are so comfortable with each other that he accidentally screamed out "I love you" during an "intense" moment. Don't worry, I laughed and didn't take it to heart. But, I knew that I might be next, and thus must flee this toxic situation stat.

After the break off, I got a few crude "sext" messages from him and one email, which I ignored, and didn't hear too much of a peep out of him until a few days ago.

A few weeks ago I met someone new and promising. Stage right enter "Mr.Really Nice Guy (RNG)". He takes me to dinner, but I'm fairly certain won't break the bed or rip my clothes off before we even get the front door closed. He's nice. He's thoughtful. He's cute. We seem to have much in common, and he's super into me.

So GIB sends me the longest email he's ever composed. He asks about my job, my summer, and says he'd like to get together to chat-- as friends. REEEEEEAAALLY? So after a few bantering emails back and forth, it's a date. He will pick me up on Friday night at 8. Not this Friday, but the next. A man who plans two weeks in advance? Well that kind of gets my motor running. This Friday? I have a date with Mr. RNG (really nice guy). He's not picking me up at my insistence. I'm weird about new potentials knowing my address. GIB has obviously known for awhile. He's my go to booty call.

And the thing that makes me madder than a hornet at myself is that for years I've wanted GIB to turn into an RNG and be in a LTR- with me. Now I've got a guy who I can tell is headed that direction. He wants marriage and kids and the whole nine yards. And yet... I'm more excited about my jazz date with GIB. He finally decided to "put a ring on it", but is he serious about dating me? I'm spending a Friday night to find out. I however will not shave for two days prior to the date, and will be wearing my most hideous granny panties in an effort to insure myself against any advances made by GIB. He knows I'm weak. RNG has yet to learn that lesson. As Mae West used to say, "A hard man is good to find." Here's to treading lightly.