On our third date, he proposed something unexpected. We were sitting on the floor of his living room on one of the first warm nights of spring, plates of grilled chicken thighs, Greek salad, buttery pita, and garlicky tzatziki balanced in our laps. I sipped my wine, and was, perhaps, slightly buzzed. To be honest, I found it kind of thrilling. Every interaction is laden with meaning:
I rattled off a few plans, noting my obvious windows of free time, should he want to meet up: What are you up to? His response arrived shortly: I hope you have a good weekend! Yet, every single day, he found a reason to text me, and so our conversation would continue. According to his profile and through our texting, we discovered we shared a lot of values and aspirations for life.
Not all of us have time to just tan our vaginas, Shailene! Some of us have to work, okay? God only knows what I would say in a similar interview and how many random people would hate me for it—my bet is I would share my thoughts on sourdough bread and alienate a nation—but the heart dislikes what it dislikes.
Over the past few years it seems that almost every dating dilemma I hear from my coaching clients and girlfriends has something to do with texting. He sent her pictures of the baseball game he attended. He told her about his crappy day at work. Then they had a coffee date.
Comments (7)
Negis 2 months ago
I thought it was about to go into an ear no suprise lol
Kagataur 2 months ago
Damn I came from the kissing alone! So hot.
Diktilar 2 months ago
its super !I would be the man
Nimi 2 months ago
I wanna make them deepthrought my cock for 1 min 30 sec straight
Tygorn 2 months ago
I must admit that this guy's prick is quite big! this cutie deserves some ardent banging and she gets it!
Kagagore 3 months ago
Mmmmm Che spettacolo! It would be amazing to have friends like them