Here\'s a doozy for you. The first time I met SDR, we had talked on the phone maybe twice, and I had a really good feeling about him already, so I invited him to my apartment, where I feel much more relaxed, and in case anything should develop, because I had a feeling something might, but really nothing more in mind than talking and maybe a little kissing.
I opened the door and took one look at him and lost my mind. We stood there staring at each other for several seconds. I have a perfect snapshot of it in my memory, still.
Ok, now this will sound weird, but I\'ll try to tell you what happened as best I can. My mind was talking to me across a great divide, from a far off distance, and I felt as though I were out of body, watching this person, Renee, go through motions. Inviting him in, asking him to sit down, hearing him talk. I remember thinking it was good that I knew stock etiquette phrases to say, e.g., \"Please come in, sit down, can I get you something to drink\" because I had to struggle to be able to do that much. All as if underwater, everything miles and miles away. I remember putting ice in glasses and pouring water and bringing it out to him, and taking a cool pack out of the freezer - it was warm in my apartment, the AC was not working well, and this was late July, Code Red weather, nearly 100 degrees outside and that humid.
I was in a daze.
I said here, would you like to put this cool pack on the back of your neck, it will help cool you down, and somehow the next thing I knew, I was putting it on the back of his neck and my mind said Don\'t touch him! you don\'t know him at all yet! and I wasn\'t listening.
He took the cool pack away from me and started rubbing my back with it. He was turned toward me and his arm was nearly around me, as his hand was on my back, and I remember thinking it felt like being encircled, like he was gathering me in.
I lost my mind entirely and straddled his lap. I started unbuttoning his shirt. My mind said WHAT ARE YOU DOING? and I could react to that as far as to say to him, Is this ok? and he said yes, and I kept unbuttoning. My mind was talking to me from across the gulf about no, no, no, warning I was like, raping him, stop it, what are you doing. I remember thinking it was irritating, couldn\'t She see I was busy? but listening long enough to ask him again, is this ok? while I was unbuckling his belt. Finally after about the 3rd is this ok? he took my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes and said \"Yes, Renee, Yes. Unequivocally Yes. Is that what you wanted, the unequivocal Yes?\"
\"She\" shut up.
The rest is history.
When I look back on it I can\'t believe I did that. I\'ve never done anything like that before in my life. We were having sex within 15 minutes of his walking in the door and I\'d never met him before.
But this is the guy who I can\'t get enough of how he smells, even his breath, everything about him. Intoxicating. My feelings about him have not changed or diminished in the slightest over nearly three years now.
Perfect chemistry. [img]/ubbthreads/images/icons/smile.gif[/img]
Both of us were stone cold sober, it was in the middle of the day, neither of us was wearing pheromones, he was 37 and I was 43. He\'s 6\'1\", blue eyes, hair, moustache, beard the exact color of honey, long legs, beautiful shoulders and hands, beautiful voice, musician.
BTW - he called me the very next day, early, to reinforce what had happened and reassure me. If he hadn\'t, I don\'t know that I would have had the nerve to look him in the eye again. I\'m not sure I would have seen him again. I was pretty shocked at myself and embarrassed the morning after.
That\'s why my constant advice is don\'t wait days and days to call her, and figure out what she wants to hear and say it to her.
Oh, I\'m right-handed.