Silly Observations Over Rum

Since being open, my longest relationship has been with Harvey. We went out last week for dinner and I felt like sharing a snippet of our chat.

He gave me one of those lovely backhanded compliments and said I looked very nice (ok, that part’s good). Nice and put-together. Like I had put effort in. I had to laugh at this and asked him to explain. Apparently I often look eclectic, which when I think about it is probably pretty accurate. The reason I found it so funny though is that a few years ago when so much of our relationship involved new dominant / submissive psychology I would struggle for days about deciding what to wear. I would have to plan a few days of outfits ahead of our “dates” so that I could save whatever special thing I felt like wearing when dinner time would arrive.

And now? I go into the closet in the morning and think … “Sure, this works.” I think about it for maybe 2 minutes.

When I told him about how what he was seeing was the opposite of how I was actually acting, he was surprised and that, in turn, surprised me. As much as you know someone there’s always something more and we are able to put up a front and have someone believe that front for years.

I like that. It’s strangely comforting.

I didn’t like that he didn’t give me a heads up at the beginning of the night that we’d be splitting the bill because he’s curbing his spending. Sure, I’m happy to pay occasionally but when I’m used to being taken out when his salary is a ton more than mine … give a girl some warning before asking her to do some math when she’s drunk!

At least I can enjoy the knowledge that he hates the nickname Harvey, despite it being totally appropriate. This makes the evil in me a little happy.