December 17, 2001
I'm not ready to have Raff move in with me. I'm pretty sure he's not ready for it either. I don't feel comfortable claiming him as my boyfriend, and he's never introduced me as his girlfriend. The whole sleeping together thing is just an accident of modern morality. I have no idea of whether it means something to him, and if it does, exactly what that meaning is. I wish I lived a hundred years ago when sex was more of a well-defined social contract. I'd be classed as a wanton jezebel, but at least I'd know where I was.