Lost In Pages Of Serenity

The Plot Twist I Didn't Ask For: Laundry and Friends with Benefits

January 3, 2024

Day 3

Today was a day off—aka, "I didn't leave the house, so the universe can't judge me."
 No classes, no errands, and the best part? I got to sleep through the entire afternoon like a champion. Oh, and I did laundry too. Productive, right? Adulting 101.

But here's the plot twist of the day: I reconnected with a friend from 2018. Yep, the same one I used to write embarrassingly mushy stuff about in my old journals. Reading that now is like digging up a time capsule of cringe. I mean, I must have really thought I was in love, but let's face it—I was young and dramatic (classic combo). Anyway, we patched things up. And guess who made the first move? Yours truly.

Now, before you applaud my bravery, let's clear something up: sliding back into someone's life after years is part of my toxic charm. It's like emotional Russian roulette. Will they welcome me back or hit me with a "new phone, who dis?" message? Surprisingly, he took me back. Bold move on his part, honestly.

Now, let's cut to the chase: I want to be his FWB. You know what that stands for, right? "Friends with Benefits." But here's where it gets a little... weird. He's cool with it, except for one tiny detail: he wants me to pay him. I mean, what? I might make questionable decisions, but I'm not about to Venmo someone for "services rendered." Not today, Satan.

Part of me is actually tempted to see what this FWB thing could be like—just to dip a toe into the wild side. After all, some people swear by it like it's the key to happiness. Last night, I even had a dream where we were, uh, in the middle of "it," and honestly? Not bad. The kisses were top-tier. But I woke up in shock because here's the thing: I don't even fantasize about him when I'm awake. So, what's my brain trying to tell me here?

Sexual tension? Possibly. A disaster waiting to happen? Definitely. We haven't even talked about it in person yet, but he's made it clear he wants to give it a shot. I told him about my past FWB experience (which, spoiler alert, ended with the guy catching feelings, and me running for the hills). Ivan—that's his name, by the way—seems fully aware that things could blow up in our faces. But hey, where's the fun if there's no risk of emotional fallout?

This could all go south faster than you can say "bad idea." But for now, I've decided to roll with it. If he's going to play games, I'll play too. If he thinks he's using me, well, he's got another thing coming. I'll use him more. The beauty of this setup is that it's a mess, but it's our mess. Plus, I've got today to think it over before we dive headfirst into this chaos.

Money might come and go, but the sheer ridiculousness of this situation? Now, that's priceless.