Standards


I’m worried I need some human contact so bad that I’m starting to lower my standards. 

My ‘date’ last week-end is a perfect example.  We’d been E-mailing for weeks and had finally decided to meet.  I had some reservations…I mean, when someone brags about their, ahem, ‘skills’, it’s a pretty safe assumption that they have none.  I probably should have trusted my gut on this one.  But E-mail can be tricky and deceiving and I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

So we went out for drinks, and he opened doors for me,  looked gorgeous and smelled great.  I was so pleased when he began to share some very private things, much more than he ever had in our earlier messages.  I was surprised to say the least.

But then he went right back into brag mode again, cocky and a little bit rude…he excused himself to go to the washroom literally in the middle of my sentence.  He was a perfect study in opposites.

So here’s the awful thing…I let my libido get the best of me and fooled around with him anyway.  Nothing too terrible, but why did I even want to since we certainly didn’t have any sort of connection?  When we were in the bar, all I was thinking to myself was, ‘I’ve got to get out of here, I’ve got to get out of here’…but then he put his hand on my back as we were walking out of the restaurant and that was it for me…

Just that little touch, not even skin to skin, was enough to make me wet!?!   It was like I was melting into that touch.  As soon as I felt it, it was like coming alive again.

We had made tentative plans to get together this week-end, but I’ve decided not to go.  I’m being very strong and not allowing the filthy part of my mind to do the thinking on this one.  I know I need to be with someone I have a connection with…

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1 Comment »

  1. Anonymous Said:

    right back at u


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