Now I know I can reach out to him when I need something, be it help spackling a hole in the wall or an orgasm.Will showed me who he was from the beginning — a funny guy I felt comfortable with who made delicious chicken and dumplings. After being raised on a steady diet of Disney movies, I expected to meet someone and fall passionately in love — but wound up collapsing under the pressures of modern dating.After trying our hand at a “real” date, Will and I realized our sizzle was at its highest within the four walls of my apartment.So we laid down some ground rules: we were allowed to date other people, so long as we were honest about it.He didn’t tell me I was a bad person or that I was selfish.He knew casual sex was all that I could give at the moment, and when he started wanting something more, he walked away.As much as I liked Will, I knew that there were a lot of ways in which we’d never work as a couple.
After about a half-dozen such romances, I’d finally had enough. I was meant to have early drinks with bachelor number one, followed by a casual cocktails-and-appetizers date with bachelor number two.I liked Will, but there was a lot about him that I didn’t want in a relationship.We continued to see one another, but we were explicit about keeping things casual.After just one drink, I told the dude I was with that I had to go, put him in a cab, and then sent off a text to my second date, faking a headache.I marched back into the bar, sat down next to writer guy, and ordered myself a drink.We got on each other’s nerves a lot; he drank all of my expensive scotch, and I hated the fact that he was a smoker. We had one more night together and then we parted ways.I was a little bummed, because I really enjoyed the arrangement that Will and I had set up.When I got to the bar to meet my first date, I spotted a really attractive, broody guy in the corner, scribbling in a notebook.My date turned out to be a total dud, but writer guy and I kept making eyes.His name was Will*, and he was a theater actor with a side hustle as a carpenter, and a slight Texan drawl. We immediately bonded over our love of cheap beer, theater, and Johnny Cash.For the next five hours, the booze flowed; we moved to another bar, split a plate of nachos, and then drunkenly fell into a cab together back to my apartment.