I had a feeling Chris wasn’t right for me from the beginning.
Well, that’s not quite right; he was cute and sweet and smart in some ways. But he was boring. I know that nerdy guys are the Next Big Thing but not back then.
After about two months, I was antsy.
“So, when are you going to dump him?” Sara asked me, which isn’t all that PC a thing to say to a friend.
“Soon, maybe, I guess …”
“Kat, why are you such a wimp?”
“I’m not a wimp! Anyway, he suits my purposes for now.”
“And those ‘purposes’ might be …?”
“He’s really good in bed.”
“Oh! And here I was thinking you were going to tell me he was satisfying your intellectual curiosity.”
“And that, too,” I said with a sniff.
She looked at me the way my mom used to when the rocky road ice cream seemed to have disappeared and there was a smear of chocolate across my cheek: “But, I didn’t have any ice cream, Mom, I swear!”
But, is it so bad to stay in a relationship for
sex? Chris and I genuinely liked each other, we were monogamous (so it was safe), and we were digging each other sexually even if I didn’t find him all that engaging (which is odd because someone who’s that good in bed usually has a big case of BDS). No one was pretending it was going to lead
to some happily-ever-after future — although there was no way to know that in the beginning. It was
kind of like a prolonged booty call but with a little more intimacy and more comfortable.