Morning Coffee

So the optimism is real.

I slipped into the DMs of a small-town Alberta boy who has a big-city job. To my surprise, he turned out to be a decent guy. The catch? I can’t shake the feeling he hasn’t been in the scene long enough to know what he’s really looking for.

Me, I’m built differently. I’ve got kids, I’m grounded, and my life is already rooted right here.

I’m torn. I want so badly to believe in him, to believe this could be real. But then he’ll say something that shakes the feeling, like a reminder that he’s still figuring himself out.

When we’re together, though, it’s undeniable. Passionate. The sex is electric. And the way we talk, the honesty, the depth, it’s beyond anything I’ve had with most men.

At the end of the day, I’m torn. I don’t know where this is going to lead, and maybe that uncertainty is part of the thrill. But I do know what I want, something steady, something real. The mornings after a night together, sharing coffee and quiet moments, remind me of how good it could be. And I can only hope this one has the strength to go the distance.