So I scrapped what I was originally writing here. And sent it to him in e-mail. Because you generally are not eloquent, nor are you trying to be eloquent, when you're shooting off a quick e-mail.
I'm putting this here for posterity, because I like to remember this stuff. My road map.
I have this pathological need to label and categorize everything in my
life, particularly any sort of relationship.
This, our thingie, though not a Capital-R-Relationship, was nagging at
But I have realized now that it is beyond categorization. There is
honest and unconditional friendship here. And rampaging lust. And
there's not a word for it. But for once I'm perfectly fine with it.
Now get yer narrow ass back up here so we can watch "Dodgeball".
As an addendum: I am damn glad that you are in my life.