Okay. Let's say you're single, and haven't had a date in a while, a few months. Suddenly, someone who you met in passing asks you out. He's handsome, well-established and eager to go out with you. So you go out. The date is romantic. He opens the door for you, compliments you, takes you to a great place to eat. The conversation is good, the chemistry is there, and you find yourself blushing. The evening is over. He kisses you...and kisses you...and it gets to a point where you're flustered. That's what happened to me!
Those kisses can become quite intense fairly quickly if I just let it go. But that's when I'm in dangerous territory. My mind races...how far...oh, that kiss so warm...should I let...wow, he's a great kisser...him...STOP!! I stop him before I know his hands will want to wander and explore. I call it a night. I thank him, tell him I would love to see him again. I get home, lock the door and lean against the bathroom wall: "That was close, whew - cold shower, cold shower! " It's isn't that I'm not human or have no desires, but I always remind myself there are consequences such as pregnancy, disease, and possibly having him label me as a slut...So can you tell me what happened next.
NOTHING!!! That's right, ladies and gentlemen...NEVER HEARD FROM HIM AGAIN! I suffer for a week, replaying the date in my mind over and over again. The only thing that comes to mind is that I refused his advances. Bottom line. in New York slang: He thought he was gonna get some!! NAH AH, LOL! Oh by the way, that story is from an episode that occurred over a year ago.
Tonight, after a year, he called me. "Judy, I miss you, girl!" "You miss me? What do you miss about me?" I challenged him. He said he missed my company and wanted to reconnect....Yea, connect I'm sure. Here's the freaking weird thing...I like him still. He is charming and has all the right words...this is the kind of man I warn women about when I perform. LOL...I know he's full of it...so I told him no. I wish that men would just be honest..."Hi, we don't know each other well, but I'd like to just have sex with you. You know, just tell the truth. I can work with the truth. Tell the truth and let ME decide what I want to do with it. Just don't pretend that I'm an idiot and don't know the game you're playing. But in my foolish loneliness, I am almost tempted to see if a year has "changed" him. Isn't that just like a girl...that I would hold on to hope that a man has changed. But I am a 41 year old woman now. I'm much smarter than that. So yes, I go to bed one more night alone, but I have my virtue, I have my integrity, I don't lose my good reputation, and I don't drive myself crazy obssessing whether or not I'm pregnant...Yea, I did the right thing. He was a great kisser though, LOL