By Julie H. Case
It is 11am, I”m up to my eyeballs in work, and a person We have yet to satisfy is asking, via text, the way I want to be worshipped.
Along with your silence, is exactly what i am thinking.
We could swipe and talk in-app to your heart’s content. But for myself, you may not have my number until I see your face. Credit: Stocksy
Why we decided to relax my no-digits-before-dates guideline this time around is a secret. Had been it because he asked, politely? Because he seemed harmless and charming? Or had been it simply monotony?
Initially, We greeted their textual come-ons with jokes, then politely demurred as he attempted to ratchet it up a notch. Yet, the worship talk proceeded. Soon he had been requesting a phone call – and authorization to phone me personally “the sexy one”.
Within the end, We nipped it into the bud and opted away, closing any probability of a relationship before it began. Perhaps i am too painful and sensitive, too literal, too self-protective. Continue reading →