Refunds

I got my taxes done. It's all starting to be a strange trend. Whenever I have help doing my taxes, I end up sleeping with the person who helped me do them. Is that odd? So yes, the new guy came over the other night and helped me with them, and ended up staying the night. I'm not sure where it's going, or if it's going anywhere. He's an interesting guy, though. Smart, funny, good looking. Not my usual type. I usually go for the doofus. This is a guy who knows what to say, knows how to act, and doesn't seem to make it a habit to act like a moron. But at the same time, he doesn't seem to be the kind of guy who keeps secrets. He just is who he is, and you can either deal with it, or leave. He blurts things out and expects you not to judge him. Which is kind of what I do as well. I understand it. And I appreciate it. It helps us get along. It is such an odd feeling to have a guy say stuff that reveals what he's thinking. He said he was parked in a place where there's no parking starting at 7am, and asked if he needed to move his car. I told him I assumed he was going to stay. He said he rarely orgasms from BJ's (he said probably three times in his whole life). And so the ensuing conversation involved our experiences in successfully 'finishing'. And then I asked him if the whole BJ comment was to give girls a goal to aim for. He laughed. He got it.

We ate dinner. I made salad (it's all I had on short notice). We drank. We didn't get drunk. We had sex at night, then again in the morning. I have no problem blowing the guy who just got me a refund. I'm glad to do it, in fact. I probably would have done it without the refund.

He has tattoos. Did I mention that before? That's about all I can say about them. I don't even know what they are of, because I only see them when he's naked, and then I'm concerned about other things. The one on his back is a big black tribal tattoo, and I'm not a huge fan of it, but hey, it's not my body. Who am I to judge? Plus, a guy can be tattooed from head to toe as long as he's nice to me and makes the effort to get me off. Yes, he made the effort; no he didn't succeed. Not his fault. It just takes me some time to get used to a person. Plus it's been a long time since anyone but myself has even bothered. He'll get it, as long as he keeps trying. If he keeps trying.

What's it like to be in a relationship? I don't even know. Does it mean that we spend all our free time together? That we talk every day? That we know every little thing the other person does each day? That we know their friends? Family? Past? Future? I realized the other day that I really have no clue how to do things like a normal person. Should I call? Not call? How often should I expect to see someone I'm dating? Daily? Weekly? How long until we have to meet each other's friends? See each other regularly? Expect each other to be in our plans? Does that even happen anymore?

One more thing: his birthday is one day before mine.