Meet Me Halfway

On Monday, I finally caved and agreed to see The Inmate after work. He only had an hour (which is the main reason I agreed to this) between the time we both got off work and the time he had to be back at the halfway house – every time I write ‘halfway house’ I literally laugh out loud at myself.

So he met me at my house and we sat outside on my front porch and talked. I wouldn’t let him come inside – and I’m sure you’re all thinking “But Gwyn, this isn’t safe. He’s an ex-convict and now he knows where you live.” I thought about that too but you have to realize that this is a guy who dated one of my best friends for over 5 years, I know him fairly well and he has never done anything to make me scared of him in the least. It’s not like he was in jail for a violent crime – he used to move a lot of cocaine. I’m not saying that makes him a good person I’m just saying he’s not the only cocaine dealer I know or have known (but let me make one thing very clear, I have NEVER and will NEVER do that drug…didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea). Drug dealers come in all shapes and sizes, they’re not all strung out or thugs like you see on tv. The only thing I’ve really found that they all have in common is that they’re ladies men. I digress…….ok so the meeting went fine. He gave me a hug when he left and asked if I wanted to hang out Wednesday, I told him just to text me. Wednesday came around, he texted a few times, and I didn’t respond. I was starting to feel pressured by him a little bit and didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.

Eventually I decided that the best way to deal with The Inmate was to keep it 100% with him. I called him and told him about everything that’s going on in my dating life, how he was making me feel pressured, etc. and he told me about what was going on with him. He has a girl that waited on him while he was in prison. He doesn’t want to be with her anymore but feels bad about totally dissing her after she stood by him those five years. There was another girl who he was just having sex with, but apparently she went a little psycho and started professing her love for him and driving by the halfway house to check on him. Seriously? Who does a drive-by of a halfway house?

After we talked, I told him I’m not opposed to hanging out with him but I don’t want there to be any expectations on his end, and I don’t want to get involved in any drama (i.e. his ‘girlfriend’). He is a fun guy, and would pay for EVERYTHING we do so I guess I just kind of figure why not? What’s the worst that could happen in three hours with this guy? He can’t drink, he can’t smoke weed. Our options are all very G rated. He’s also good looking and great at sex. I’m not looking to add him to the man-team right now because I’m sort of overwhelmed as it is (and certainly not lacking in the sex department). If anything, he could be my back up booty call in case I have to cut any of my other team members unexpectedly. And I’m sure he would be fine with that.

Crossfit update: Miranda caught me cyber-stalking him today at work. O.k. I admit I was looking him up online but it was only so I could look at his sexy pictures. He’s sort of a dork in person (a little on the weird/intense/deep side) so looking at his pictures lets me enjoy his sexiness minus the dorkiness. Make sense? Give a girl a break! He doesn’t get back until Sunday and I don’t want to forget what he looks like……..

-Gwyn