Firstly I keep referring to him as "the boy." (why I do this I dont know, since uh, he's 25.) Actually I do because I can't legitimately say "boyfriend" without snickering and feeling fraudulent because he's totally not "the boyfriend", and this isn't a relationship, this is a completely casual friends who sleep together deal, just not defined as such.
I'm okay with this as explained very carefully to Sir Rock Star (extract as follows, sadly not made up in the least):
My good self: ...he's good. He's also not my boyfriend.
Senor Rock Star: Why not? Havent you had the talk? No?
So like this is fuck buddy type scenario we're talking about?
Me: I guess. Like it's all "hey are you up to anything this weekend?" which is translated to "we have time free, let's go back to yours have sex."
Him: So you're okay with this. You're not devastated.
Me: No.
Him: Hmph. I'm still going to go awww even though you don't care, because I feel this situation requires that kind of sentiment. By the way can I come over and fist you this weekend?
Me: Only if you buy me a drink first.
So yes I'm happy with this as it stands but I always feel really awkward when people enquire after Mr Sedaris, with "how's your boyfriend?" but never correct them because explaining is long, complicated and involves careful explaination of all my issues with people and nobody wants that.
Why I am typing this here? I don't know. Consider it an insight into my psyche and value system all in one entry. ;)
Mwahahaha! Mona was silly enough to give me her password so I could edit this entry, cause her orthography-fu is weak. Now I have complete power! I control the horizontal and the vertical! All who look upon me shall love me and despair! DEATH!!!
Ahem. Sorry. I just killed the moment there, didn't I? - Lia.