Look, I don't have an issue with sex. You know, it has its place.
Which may or may not be in synch with intimacy.
It varies. I do get that.
But there is the moment when your partner shows you their face. Their actual face, devoid of all artifice. They look at you. And you see that person. That person.
I have had that privilege only twice.
It changes you. Well, it changed me, anyway.
I have yet to have something like that. Hopefully, one day.......
I hope that you do.
I will be clear, though - it's scary. There is no more prevaricating, elusiveness, whatever. It's honest. Piercing. If you get there, my friend, well - you'll know what I'm jabbering about. Happy trails and good hunting
The 3rd time I had sex in a past relationship, missionary style, I looked at her face and thought to myself, 'wow she 's beautiful'. It wasn't about the sex, it was like an overall warm comfortable awe! Maybe it will happen again some day.
Now that, right there, is what I am talking about. Lightning in a bottle, you cannot manufacture that.
What happened when you saw her face? Were you in love? Frightened? Disappointed? WHAT?
Your response cracked me up. Quite the cliffhanger, huh? LOL!
Yes, we were in love. The thing is, she completely dropped her guard with me (she's a fairly prickly personality in public). So, that was it. I got to see someone that no one else did. She gave that to me.
Sounds like a wonderful love story. @Palindromeman
@nicknotes It was. It fucking was. But that was then and this is now. And, no, I have not deleted her number from my phone. Because, you know, I am just stupid enough to think she might call me.