Verb, Dat·ing.
I will be the first to admit that it’s been a long ass time since I’ve called someone my boyfriend and I was 100% proud of it. And to be honest I’ve tried to avoid it since the last time, which would technically have been three years ago. Any other boy I’d called my boyfriend since then wasn’t real, or I was bored, or lying to myself, or he was lying to me.
I don’t like labels. Dating is a good word for me, it’s a verb, not a noun. Boyfriends and Girlfriends, to me, sound temporary. I don’t want temporary, and I sure as hell don’t know if I want permanent, but I don’t want to play games, or waste my time. I’m fine with the word dating. Dating is fun, harmless if you don’t worry about stupid things, exciting, spontaneous, what happens, will happen, and if it does go somewhere, that’s the best part.
So along comes a cool guy. And I’m going with the flow. And I’m loving every minute of it. And I’m scared. And happy. I know I will be leaving eventually, moving to the place where I will get my first job. I’m not worried about that. With this guy, I’m just not worried about anything. But I smile a lot, that’s for damn sure <3
