The Return of Boom Boom

Around the time I received the cookie jar, I ran into BOOM BOOM [the fashion-forward drummer I shagged & made pancakes for this past spring]. He'd been on tour all summer, and I'd almost forgotten about him until I saw his teal jogging shorts and yellow tank top creeping toward me at a party. We attacked one another with hugs & kisses and agreed to get together "soon."

A few days later, BOOM BOOM picked me up to attend a mutual friend's Labor Day barbecue, wearing a hot pink Miami Vice tshirt and tight Wrangler jeans. We spent the afternoon talking to friends and stealing glances from across the front porch. He walked me home, and outside my door, we expressing mutual feelings:

HIM: I like you.
ME: I like you too.

...Which brings me to the present date. We've had a handful of sleepovers, incredible cuddling, quite a few laughs, and one quickie in a rock club's unisex bathroom. I'd say we're dating, but we have yet to go on a date. It's casual, which I enjoy, but how long can it stay casual? If I've learned anything, it's that The Fling has an expiration date. At some point, it gets real. He either becomes a boyfriend or somebody's feelings get hurt.

Thus, my date tonight. STRINGBEAN, a banjo player & snappy dresser with impeccable manners, came to a show of mine a couple weeks ago and asked me if I'd go dancing with him sometime. I said yes to the date, almost as a challenge to my 'relationship' with BOOM BOOM. As great as the cuddles and romps may be, spending time with someone else may convince me to get real with the dude in the teal shorts.