After I've dated someone a while, I'll make a commitment. Not the kind most people make, but a simple, 6 month commitment.
Six months is long enough... there's stability, and comfort. We know we can make longer term plans... you know, beyond next weekend.
Of course there are bonuses.... lazy days spent in bed, touching, kissing and well, lots of touching because I love touching... I'm rather addicted to skin. --- the color, the scent, the feel of it.
After a couple six month commitments, I'll sign on for a year. And I'm there for that period of time. We renegotiate, extend the contract...
Or not. it has gone quiet, at a certain point, I'm not talking about my contract or commitment to you... because there isn't one.
Rather harsh? Rather practical? I know what my mother hopes I'll find....practical, dependable and forever.
But I want six months of bliss... followed by a few single year contracts... leading into a friendly break up... where we each find things we need.... in someone else. Is this model too callous? Too logical? I need something to protect me from the NRE...
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