Can there be too much?

This new world of nebulous labels - friends, lovers, friends with benefits (you know what I mean) - opens things up for some very revealing conversations.

Some conversations are ones I'm not sure I want to have.

Last night the guy I've described as the new guy suggested we go out for a bit, so he came by and picked me up. Over drinks, he told me more about the 1920s themed birthday party he's going to this Saturday night. The birthday girl invited him as her date. He loves the 20's fashions and is working on his outfit - all the way down to the accessories.

"I'm even going to wear my grandfather's cuff links," he said.

"Nice," I said. "Make sure you make it home with those."

He laughed. "Yeah, I need a checklist to make sure I don't leave anything at her place Sunday morning."

"Oh, you're already planning to stay over?"

"Yeah," he said. "She's a cool girl.."

That's what friends do though, right? They talk. Share thoughts and experiences. His words aren't hurtful to me since we're not dating, but they make me stop and think. I'm not sure I want to know - especially since he was in my bed last weekend. He told me about this party the other day.

"It's okay," he said. "We're just friends."

I know what that means. "Friends like we are?"

"Yes," he said.

But how many "friends" does one guy need?

Does it hit my ego? Am I concerned about him? I'm just not sure. I know I've discovered more about him than she has. And I set the bar pretty high for the other girls. Maybe there's a little curiosity.

But the line is extremely narrow between fulfilling my curiosity and too much information.

Now I understand something my long-time friend and lover said to me in New York. He reads this blog sometimes, but he told me he doesn't really like to. He feels voyeuristic. He said he's not sure he wants to know. He may or may not have a specific reason, but I get it. Sometimes there can just be too much.

Love to the single girls,
Addison