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.
Will knew that I was never going to change my mind when it came to a relationship with him, so he gracefully exited the situation instead of trying to change it.
“I’m not interested in a serious relationship,” he’d say.
“I’m just looking for something casual.”I know I’m saying I just want to hook up at the moment, but if you stick around long enough, I’ll realize that you’re perfect for me — and we’ll live happily ever after, just like in all those romantic comedies your mother loves. I’d repeat the same pattern, hear some form of the same line, over and over again. They, too, had been dealing with paramours on the prowl for no-strings sex. But, ever the optimist, I continued to date, wary of guys who would tell me they just wanted casual sex right off the bat.
And while we’d go out to shows and bars together, we agreed that we'd hang just as friends. He’d sing me Johnny Cash songs in a thick southern accent.
He hung all of the shelves in my apartment, cooked me chicken and dumplings from scratch, and, real talk, was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. One day, Will told me that he’d met someone he was interested in pursuing seriously, but that he’d end things with her if I wanted to take our relationship to the next level.