You’ve never met. It’s all just beginning. And you have that flutter in your stomach that signifies the possibility of possibility! And then…
Why not ask for my PIN number? My national insurance number? Something else really personal. But not this, not yet.
What happened to getting to know someone? What happened to suspense? What happened to relationships being like unwrapping presents slowly?
I want to give someone my heart. I want to give someone my body, but to have my inner most, most naughty thoughts and actions divulged before we’ve even sat opposite each other is just wrong in my eyes.
I used to give it all up too soon. Kisses, hand jobs, blow jobs and more. I was flippant with my time and my emotions. Now I care. Now I am precious with my time and my feelings.
Disappointment may be more frequent, but maybe I will need less plasters for my soul.
Another one bites the dust, but at least I didn’t invest to highly in any way in him at all.