He only shows affection when it’s just the two of you. He does some cute shit and makes you laugh, but only in the privacy of the bedroom.
Who knows if he meant what he said when he was drunk, who knows if that sex meant anything, who even knows if he’s talking to someone else?? Maybe you’re not the only girl he’s ‘talking to’ but you can’t ask because once again that makes you look fucking CRAZY.
She couldn’t help but wonder how she had ended up here; sitting on the floor between his legs and giving what felt like the world’s longest handjob.
“Why should I think of her any differently? I also slept with her on the first date and if that’s frowned upon for a woman then it should also be frowned upon for a man because it takes two people to hook up.”
“If the chemistry is there and you’re both feeling each other then why not have sex on the first date? If he pressures you into it then absolutely not, but if it’s a mutual feeling I say go for it.”
Eventually, things picked back up and we found ourselves in the same old cycle of relentless flirting, constant communication and occasional make out sessions while maintaining that we were “just friends”.
In the morning he confessed that he’d been interested in me for years and that his dreams had come true and started talking about our future. It was very awkward.
You’re the only person I don’t find annoying. Is that bad?
If we were ever going to fall in love, this back and forth wouldn’t feel so temporary.
Considering that sex requires more than one party, it is ignorant to point a dirty finger at solely the woman.