After three weeks of not seeing Tony, I invited him to a sex club and had a overnight date. Since all we had to do was hang out together, it was amazing. The problem has never been when we are together. It’s been all those times in between. Oh, and that little annoying fact that he couldn’t tell me he was done with his marriage.
Friday night, I let my heart open up again and really felt the love I have for him. It’s dangerous, this love shit. Makes people do crazy and irrational things. I felt incredible when I left his place that morning. All warm and fuzzy, filled up on affection and love.
I didn’t feel like anything had changed. But I was proud of myself for telling him I was dating and he wasn’t “holding me back”. He’s not, but of course my heart’s pace of progress is a bit more difficult to speed up. Continue reading