Two to Tango

Seeing Mr.Big is like doing a little dance all the time. He pulls in close and then two-steps away before I can even catch my breath. One moment I feel like the only woman in the world, the next he has just finished telling me how he never trusts anyone…. me included.

Lately, he’s taken to calling me “babe” in text messages. Some women may object based on a pig by the same name, but not me. I see that he is using a term of endearment which means something right? Or not. You know the drill.

Recently, Mr.Big revealed to me that he has not been on a single date since ours. I am the only woman he’s seeing and he doesn’t seem to be fast to change that. He has told me point blank that he is in our little arrangement for the long haul. He has said that if anyone has cause for concern, it is him. He has said that he is worried I will be done with him long before he is done with me. He has said we have an unlimited future together. And he has reiterated that I have exclusive access to him.

But a relationship it’s not. He does not trust me to know where exactly his apartment is. He does not mention me to his friends or family, let alone allow me to meet a single one of them. I am the only woman in his life, but he keeps me tucked away in a place just for the two of us.

Then he tells me he cares about me. He tells me he really enjoys my comapny, and not just when there is naked involved. He tells me he will do things I ask to keep me comfortable and make me stay.

He dances in, just like he is right now. And gentle readers, I am foolish. I am falling for it. I am falling for him. And mark my words, this will be a train wreck. But I am powerless to stop it.

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