Just giving you a hard time...

"Wow 2 nights in a row? You don't ever see a guy 2 nights in a row unless he's visiting from out of town."- My Trophy Roomate

I met RedSox in May. Suprise Surprise thru Craigslist. I wasn't responding to an ad for a date. I had gone out to party, and it sucked. Not horribly, but partying isn't the same now that I'm in medical school. I'm home at 2am-ish, drunk and I decide to go on craigslist to rant about my evening. And then I read a post written by someone who sounded like he had a night JUST like mine.

Asshole... I was supposed to write it!

Well I couldn't rant about my night, so I responded to him expressing my empathy... sympathy... ugh whatever you call it. Vocabulary is not my forte.

The next morning RedSox responded to my email. He seemed cool. I liked his writing style. He said he had never posted on Craigs, and in fact he had forgotten he put up the post in his drunken state. We exchanged instant messenger names and kept chatting. Then we exchanged pictures....

OK OK. I'm superficial, snobby, arrogant... the ultimate egomaniac.

RedSox wasn't very attractive. Sweet smile, but a bit on the "larger" side. I decided to keep chatting with him. We hadn't talked about dating or anything. We were just chatting as "friends." Clearly I'm a fan of quotation marks... or I'm just trying to make myself feel better.

At the end of May, RedSox asked me if I was free to attend a Sox/Yankees game. What idiot would say no?

We met... We went into the private season ticket holder entrance and sat in the most AMAZING seats ever at Fenway.

I liked RedSox. He was a genuinely nice guy, but yeah... I had no interest in dating. He, on the other hand, was interested. I went along with life as usual, but things got more and more uncomfortable.

Finally, I decided to try something new... be mature. I told him I wasn't interested in a relationship. I just wanna have fun. He agreed, and suddenly things took a 180 degree turn. We were having so much fun together! It's like a huge weight was lifted off both of our shoulders. The rest of the summer was fabulous.

About a month ago, after a brutal set of exams, I went out with my Trophy roomate. We didn't have a fun night. Med School continues to ruin my fun, and now Law school ruins hers.

When I got home, RedSox was online and IMed me to tell me what a crappy night he had. In my drunken state, I told him we could hang out... but only if he kissed me.

Trophy was less than pleased... she thought I was leading him on. Trophy REALLY likes RedSox for me by the way.

RedSox signed off and I swear 5 minutes later he was calling me to tell me he was outside my door. Off I went.

We went back to his place. I've stayed there several times before on the couch, but this time I was in his bed and we were watching dvds for a bit. Then I turned towards him and kissed him.

It was GREAT. I'm usually not one to comment on kissing unless it sucks, but we matched point on point. I spent the night, and we didn't have sex... highly unusual.

We've talked and have decided to be friends with benefits. It works for my commitment-phobic, free-spirited, lying-to-myself personality.

Things have been great. We've been hooking up once per week ever since... and it keeps getting better.

Don't get too excited. I'm still taking things slowly... well "emotionally" slow. And I will continue my bad behavior. And I will still be out drinking and having a good time and keeping things superficial.

"sure sure... do whatever Roxy. I'm just giving you a hard time... you like RedSox, you like Redsox."- Trophy

Maybe I do...