Ink Stains

I continue to see the Printer. We've had two dates a week since we met and it is going well. In fact, better than going well. It is good.

He's sweet, funny, smart. I like spending time with him. One catch. He has baggage and although he eludes to it, he refuses to share the details with me. What he will tell me is that he it has to do with one of his Ex's and as a result he has chosen to not have sex for almost a year.

Yep. That's right. I find the only 'summa luva' who doesn't want to have sex and I'm seemingly OK with it. However, that's a whole other discussion and not really the point of this posting.

The point of this post is to share what happened last night. I had no plans on seeing the Printer last night. In fact, when we parted the night before we made plans to see each other again the following Friday.

So I was pleasantly surprised (but surprised nonetheless) when during a phone call at 10:30 p.m. last night he suggest he come over. Of course I said yes. I really like hanging out with this guy. What didn't realize was that he planned on staying the night. But not to have sex, to sleep with me.

Flag number one - oh oh.

Flag number two actually happened before I realized that flag number one was present. We are sitting on my couch. I am slightly stoned from the small jay I smoked about an hour before he arrived and we are cuddling, kissing, generally making out when all of the sudden he says he's falling for me.

Flag number two - oh oh.

I think flag number three is going to be the baggage he refuses to talk about. I'm concerned about what it might be. He doesn't have kids - I asked. He hasn't been to jail - I asked. Unlike me he's never been married. I have no clue as to what it is, but my brain is working overtime making up possibilities.

Worst one so far - HIV positive, hence the no sex. I really hope I'm wrong.