Rockstar dating show
I love what I do, and I’m lucky enough to be business oriented with the opportunity to live in the moment. Five months ago the keyboard player was going to move in with me and my boyfriend. We still talk for hours every day, have incredible sex, and instead of harming each others careers like we feared, we’re actually making each others lives better.
Now we’re both stable again and things are confusingly wonderful. We harshly make fun of one another’s dates and always take each other’s advice when it comes to ditching someone who isn’t good for us. I’m not the kind of person who needs to be affirmed by my relationships, and it seems that the strong boundaries of our “relationship” work so well because they are elusive and undefined, no mess no fuss.
I manage a band, and I’m starting my masters in music business, so a heavy work load and living on the road with five guys for weeks at a time can put a damper on an unfolding relationship, but I don’t mind. I had school payments so I decided to “go with it” until I could get back on my feet. Hot rockstar, the most intelligent and stable male I know, doesn’t pressure me to hook up and becomes my best friend instead.
We agreed to call off our trysts if we became too attached or started to get jealous. So here’s my question: WHAT am I supposed to make of this?
He said he’d been forcing himself to hold back because I manage his band, but I was too smart/attractive/fun and he couldn’t take it anymore.
I don’t know any obscure bands and can’t talk knowledgeably about any artist’s “catalog.” I don’t particularly like going to see live music that much—it’s too loud, and I get too tired.
I appreciate and enjoy music, but have no passionate or fanatical interest in it.
It’s a great emotional band-aid that violently rips itself off the moment you stop staring or finish jerking it to net porn thereafter. And you're going to feel secure about it, because you'll know exactly what you need to do.