To the Batcave, Robin!

So, I had sex this weekend in a Robin costume, while making a grilled cheese by a man wearing a Robin cape.

And I didn't even burn the grilled cheese.

But lets back up a minute.....

It was with a man I have been crushing on for 3 years. Three motherfucking years of sexual tension built up. All because I was having a dance off with a guy at the bar (I lost purely on a technicality) at the bar when blindly drunk and this disgustingly hot stranger offered to judge. However since I saw his talking to the acquaintance earlier I figured him to be an impartial judge so decided to tell him his judging would be unnecessary.

By telling him to go fuck himself and go away. And that just cause he was hot doesn't mean I give a shit.

We ran into each other one week later at the same bar. I laughed, he pursued even harder. He's bad news; too witty and he knows it. Good looking and he knows that too. Charisma and charm in one package. Within four minutes of conversation I knew I'd sleep with him. Within five minutes, I knew his name. One problem though, he had a girlfriend. Almost three years later, problem solved. They broke up. Slight problem, I had a boyfriend. Problem solved, break up via text. A good friendship developed along the way over the years, with no apologies for a flirtation underneath.

He's a man I don't know whether to kiss or punch half the time, and I don't apologize for that either. We don't talk often but when we do, it's for hours on end. We both dressed up as Robin for Halloween. My costume was superior. He disagreed.

And then it lead to Friday....

Where does it go from here? I don't know, and I don't really care. But I do know that I'm never going to look at grilled cheeses in the same way again.