By Julie H. Case
It really is 11am, I”m up to my eyeballs in work, and a guy We have yet to meet up with is asking, via text, the way I prefer to be worshipped.
Together with your silence, is really what i am thinking.
We are able to swipe and talk in-app to your heart’s content. But until we visit your face for myself, you might not have my number. Credit: Stocksy
Why we made a decision to flake out my no-digits-before-dates guideline this time around is a secret. Ended up being it because he asked, politely? Because he seemed charming and safe? Or ended up being it simply boredom?
Initially, We greeted their textual come-ons with jokes, then politely demurred as he attempted to ratchet it a notch. Yet, the worship talk proceeded. Quickly he had been seeking a call – and permission to phone me personally “the sexy one”.
Into the end, We nipped it within the bud and opted down, closing any potential for a relationship before it began. Possibly i am too sensitive and painful, too literal, too self-protective. But somehow i cannot imagine the way I’d transition from near-sexting to one thing of substance.
First and foremost, i am frustrated. And it is this really types of annoyance that i am trying to avoid with my standard “no digits before dates” rule. 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. Continue reading