Tonight is the night.
The night the magic happens.
It’s date night.
I feel afraid.
When was the last time that I went on a double date?
Foursomes don’t count do they?
A dinner date.
Not sex…….right away.
No, that’s not a date.
Talking and stuff.
Long, no touchy, foreplay.
This sounds like a crock of shite.
I don’t like deferred pleasure.
Don’t you date if you want a boyfriend?
The whole thing is a fraud!
So when did I stop ‘dating’?
I guess it just happened.
Less dating and more hook ups.
Actually no dating.
Let’s be blunt, if I agree to see a guy, it’s to fuck him.
I don’t want to talk all night and then go separate ways.
Is this a good or bad thing?
The romantic in me says that it’s terrible.
But the lazy ride in me just says your ‘place or mine?’
I just don’t have time to waste, do you?