Bunnielight
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*I KNOW THIS IS VERY LONG. IM SORRY ABOUT YOUR EYES*
Cuba and I have been seeing each other with benefits for about 6 months now. When we first began, I disclosed what this means: Honesty, Trust, Communication.
I would love to have something more than FWB, but I enjoy his company either way and like to make him feel appreciated.
Over the course of the months, we talked pretty openly. About everything. It was nice to actually see that side of him because I know it is rare for him to show.
Then last Friday he came in town for a comedy festival and stayed in our home.
The first night of the festival is Dean's scheduled night, so I went with he and Cuba to the festival. We all seemed to have a really good time and things didn't seem so awkward.
Saturday morning we woke up and I came from across the street at Dean's house and we all had breakfast together: Zed, Dean, Pixie, Cuba, and I.
One would think that I would be brimming with happiness, but Cuba was quite....non-responsive to my affections that morning.
That evening we all went to the festival where he seemed pretty normal. Happy and fueled..I had decided that I may invite him to mine and Zed's bed if things feel right. I didn't want to say anything, in case it didn't. But it was an idea Zed and I discussed prior and he was open to it.
Zed and I got home from the festival and waited on Cuba....
and waited...
and waited...
We waited until 3am for him to get back to the house.
And around 4am, he fell asleep on the couch with 3/4 glass of absinthe in his hand.
I woke him and told him I was going to bed. Brushed my teeth. Washed my face. Went to the guest room where he was sitting on the bed, starring at the wall.
I go over and hug his head, give him goodnight kisses, and start to walk away. But I could tell by his grasp on me that he wasn't expecting it. He reached out his hand, so I turn for another kiss and get... his cheek.
He's starring at the wall.
So I rub his face, kiss his cheek, and breakaway quickly.
And return to my own bedroom with Zed.
"That was weird. What just happened?" Zed could tell something was wrong but that was all I could say, really.
The next day is Sunday and the last day of the comedy festival. I talk to Cuba in the morning and things were...slightly awkward. Until I brought up coming to see him. We made plans for the first weekend of December. We would have a whole day to spend together.
He seemed much less awkward once those plans were made. He asked me to come out to the festival that evening and seemed really happy about it. He left the house pretty quickly to venture the town with other comics, though I expressed I wanted some time to get food with him at some point. He agreed, but later told me last minute when he was with friends. There wasn't really a way for me to get there in a timely manner and not stall everyone or call attention to myself.
I told him I would just see him at the festival.
That evening I got to the festival and he had saved a seat for me. But that's where the sweetness sort of ends.
He was very cold to most of my affection that evening. It was like I wasn't there. And the few times I was acknowledged, he would give me a pat on the knee..that was the extent of his affection that evening, even though I was there with only him. It didn't really make a lot of sense with his level of affection previous nights...
And then I see a girl walk up and hand him her keys. And walk away.
But not just any girl, the same girl that raped him(also has a history of STDs). Nothing was said. Just the exchange.
A good friend of mine witnessed this, knowing this girl's history and called him out before I had the chance to shake my shock.
"I knooooowww." He responds at first, and then defensively jumps to "I have a soft spot for helping people." Apparently he took her keys and told her he would give her a ride home. In a bar full of drunk people, it's his rapist he decides to help?
I retreat from the situation and mingle toward the patio for a cigarette for a while. Should I react? What right do I have?
After a bit I realize what time it is and go back inside to find Cuba. I see him sitting and walk up and kiss him and hug him. I let him know I was going home, and I requested him to text me when he made it back home. He smiles big as though the request makes him happy, kisses me again, and agrees to.
It's now been a full week and I haven't heard a thing...the only interaction we have had was him 'liking' a very depressive post I made a few days ago.
I have so many mixed feelings about this, but the only thing I'm certain of is that I'm not comfortable with this anymore. I feel like all he cares about is the sex. And he really doesn't seem to care what I think one way or the other.
But I anticipate hearing from him around the time we had planned together asking if I'm in town. I don't feel safe with him anymore and I feel like all those mixed signals are super shady...
I'm not really sure how to respond to this when I DO hear from him. Do I remain cold? Do I ignore him altogether?
*AGAIN, IM SORRY ABOUT THE EYES*
Cuba and I have been seeing each other with benefits for about 6 months now. When we first began, I disclosed what this means: Honesty, Trust, Communication.
I would love to have something more than FWB, but I enjoy his company either way and like to make him feel appreciated.
Over the course of the months, we talked pretty openly. About everything. It was nice to actually see that side of him because I know it is rare for him to show.
Then last Friday he came in town for a comedy festival and stayed in our home.
The first night of the festival is Dean's scheduled night, so I went with he and Cuba to the festival. We all seemed to have a really good time and things didn't seem so awkward.
Saturday morning we woke up and I came from across the street at Dean's house and we all had breakfast together: Zed, Dean, Pixie, Cuba, and I.
One would think that I would be brimming with happiness, but Cuba was quite....non-responsive to my affections that morning.
That evening we all went to the festival where he seemed pretty normal. Happy and fueled..I had decided that I may invite him to mine and Zed's bed if things feel right. I didn't want to say anything, in case it didn't. But it was an idea Zed and I discussed prior and he was open to it.
Zed and I got home from the festival and waited on Cuba....
and waited...
and waited...
We waited until 3am for him to get back to the house.
And around 4am, he fell asleep on the couch with 3/4 glass of absinthe in his hand.
I woke him and told him I was going to bed. Brushed my teeth. Washed my face. Went to the guest room where he was sitting on the bed, starring at the wall.
I go over and hug his head, give him goodnight kisses, and start to walk away. But I could tell by his grasp on me that he wasn't expecting it. He reached out his hand, so I turn for another kiss and get... his cheek.
He's starring at the wall.
So I rub his face, kiss his cheek, and breakaway quickly.
And return to my own bedroom with Zed.
"That was weird. What just happened?" Zed could tell something was wrong but that was all I could say, really.
The next day is Sunday and the last day of the comedy festival. I talk to Cuba in the morning and things were...slightly awkward. Until I brought up coming to see him. We made plans for the first weekend of December. We would have a whole day to spend together.
He seemed much less awkward once those plans were made. He asked me to come out to the festival that evening and seemed really happy about it. He left the house pretty quickly to venture the town with other comics, though I expressed I wanted some time to get food with him at some point. He agreed, but later told me last minute when he was with friends. There wasn't really a way for me to get there in a timely manner and not stall everyone or call attention to myself.
I told him I would just see him at the festival.
That evening I got to the festival and he had saved a seat for me. But that's where the sweetness sort of ends.
He was very cold to most of my affection that evening. It was like I wasn't there. And the few times I was acknowledged, he would give me a pat on the knee..that was the extent of his affection that evening, even though I was there with only him. It didn't really make a lot of sense with his level of affection previous nights...
And then I see a girl walk up and hand him her keys. And walk away.
But not just any girl, the same girl that raped him(also has a history of STDs). Nothing was said. Just the exchange.
A good friend of mine witnessed this, knowing this girl's history and called him out before I had the chance to shake my shock.
"I knooooowww." He responds at first, and then defensively jumps to "I have a soft spot for helping people." Apparently he took her keys and told her he would give her a ride home. In a bar full of drunk people, it's his rapist he decides to help?
I retreat from the situation and mingle toward the patio for a cigarette for a while. Should I react? What right do I have?
After a bit I realize what time it is and go back inside to find Cuba. I see him sitting and walk up and kiss him and hug him. I let him know I was going home, and I requested him to text me when he made it back home. He smiles big as though the request makes him happy, kisses me again, and agrees to.
It's now been a full week and I haven't heard a thing...the only interaction we have had was him 'liking' a very depressive post I made a few days ago.
I have so many mixed feelings about this, but the only thing I'm certain of is that I'm not comfortable with this anymore. I feel like all he cares about is the sex. And he really doesn't seem to care what I think one way or the other.
But I anticipate hearing from him around the time we had planned together asking if I'm in town. I don't feel safe with him anymore and I feel like all those mixed signals are super shady...
I'm not really sure how to respond to this when I DO hear from him. Do I remain cold? Do I ignore him altogether?
*AGAIN, IM SORRY ABOUT THE EYES*