It’s 11 a.m., I’m up to my eyeballs in work, and a guy We have actually yet to fulfill is asking, via text, the way I want to be worshiped.
Together with your silence, is exactly what I’m thinking.
Why we made a decision to flake out my no-digits-before-dates rule this time around is a secret. Had been it because he asked, politely? Because he seemed charming and benign? Or ended up being it simply monotony?
Initially, I greeted their textual come-ons with jokes, then politely demurred as he attempted to ratchet it a notch. Yet, the worship talk proceeded. Soon he had been seeking a phone call — and authorization to call me “the sexy one.”
Within the final end, We nipped it into the bud and opted away, closing any chance for a relationship before it began. Perhaps I’m too painful and sensitive, too literal, too self-protective. But somehow we can’t imagine just how I’d change from near-sexting to one thing of substance.
First and foremost, I’m annoyed. Plus it’s this extremely types of annoyance that I’ve been wanting to avoid with my standard “no digits before times” guideline. We are able to swipe and talk in-app to your heart’s content. But for myself, you may not have my number until I see your face.