The end of my single life.....

eh, kinda.

the parents are flying home tomorrow and I can say that I'll be glad to have them back but I really enjoyed having the house to myself the last 10+ days. It gave me a great outlook of what its really like being on my own. Including, polishing off a box of honey nut Cheerios during Entourage.

The week has been filled with single life stories, I'll pick up when the boy came over late Sunday night.

We had a conversation, kinda a deep one. Religion, sex and telling me that it was fate I was there that day, I consider that deep -- especially for a guy. The conversation ended with us in bed. For someone telling me he wanted to take it slow, I missed the part where we were speeding up. While the deed was going on, I couldn't help but feel like I was transported back to 1994 gettin' it on while the parents were gone. Headboard banging and all. It was quick, he apologized and I was thinking -- it has to get better because if it isn't. I'm going out and getting all new toys.

Come Monday, no post fuck follow up call. It came on Tuesday with a five minute conversation telling me how his day went with his mom, she is sick so I gave him that.

Wednesday was another phone call. I was over at a friends house about to engage in a threesome ( yes, I know -- I'm feeling my oates) when I told him to come lay with me because he wasn't getting any sleep. He chuckled, I hung up and basically watched my friends fuck.

On Thursday, I had potential customers coming in and wanted to nail a deal so I could do some consulting after the first of the year. I told the boy that this was a big deal and he wished me luck and knew I could nail it. Well, I think I did. It was later that night we had our first official long phone call. And when I say long, I mean 15+ minutes. He was telling me that he is getting a new car and was elaborating on the personalized plates he was getting for it. I'm like you can't put that on a car. He goes, we'll come up with something better. Then told me how hot I was going to look riding in that car.

The boy is being very optimistic about the future.

That phone call ended with him saying those dreaded three words. Yep, he confessed it first. I love you. I stuttered, stammered and felt myself getting hot. I asked him, what did you say. He goes, should I have waited. I'm like -- I dunno. Then without feeling, I said..God damn I love you too. We hung up and I poured myself a stiff drink.

Those words to me are cheap. I can honestly tell you I've said them but never felt it. Well maybe with LA man. I dunno. Am I ready to take on this challenge? I don't know.

Tomorrow is our godchild's birthday party. We will both be there. Should be another interesting day!