This morning, when he was about to leave for work, I kissed him. I really kissed him. As in seriously turned him on, kissed him.
Then I said that I had to go get ready for work. He said, are you sure? Then he said, I think I need to sit down.
Obviously I left him weak.
About an hour after I get to work, he texted me: This morning I forgot to take my lunch box.
(I knew what he was referring to and what he meant. And so did he.)
I replied, hmmm I wonder how that happened.
He texted back, I must have been in a hurry to get to work.
I replied, yeah, that must be it.
But what I said out loud, quietly because I was at work, was “jerk.”
You know, he could have said, you’re so hot, or, that kiss was amazing, or, you blow my mind, or, you’re amazing, or …. or ….. or ….. I don’t know – make up your own sexy compliment.
Yes, he was trying to tell me someting about that kiss. But it, um, fell rather short.
Sometimes I just want to feel like woman. I want to feel adored and desired. I want to feel special and sought after. I want to feel like I am attractive, sexually attractive. I want to be touched and made love to. By a MAN.
So often I feel like I am with a selfish little boy. It’s all about him and his world and his day. And who wants to make love with that?
Anyhow …. whatever …. someday …..