So New Guy has been upgraded to a new nickname, Fireman, for literal and ironic reasons. After teasing each other relentlessy and getting beyond detailed on the hypothetical to-do list, we decided to take from theory to reality. It was a very good bad decision. It was a bad decision because I really was trying my hardest to not start yet another "relationship" without any potential outside of becoming another fwb. It was a good decision because he absolutely represented as well in real life as he did in theory. And our chemistry? Well, it was beyond what I expected it would be.

We left it that we would be continuing this venture on a very regular basis as it was mutually beneficial and then I kicked him out. And yes, I feel good about this, like an accomplishment. Need more proof that I am emotially dysfunctional? I didn't think so.