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April 28, 2008
Regrets -- Two
April is National Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month. In order to help the Rape and Incest National Network (RAINN) raise funds so they may offer online counseling to victims of sexual abuse, sexual assault and rape, members of the blogging community have banded together to lend a hand by writing posts of a specific topic. You can read all the details at Kevin Apgar's site.
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A long, long time ago, I think I was 23 or 24, I found myself wrestling with a cute 20-year old. We had known each other for several years but due to the nature of our relationship, and how snuggling with her would have broken several of the Rules of Dating, we'd never been anything more than acquaintances.
One night she, lacking the compulsion to live by a silly set of dating rules, made a suggestive move that was so direct even I would have had trouble misinterpreting it.
We ended up spending several hours pinning each other before she had to be on her way. (Yes guys … she got up and left. There was none of that hard-to-sleep through post-coital cuddling.*)
We both had a very good time and I don't say that as a guy who thinks he is a very good time regardless of what he does. I say this as a guy who would find himself with the same woman months and months later and who would find that woman unbuttoning his shirt and moving closer in a not-incredibly-private room. Luckily, I say that as a guy who knew where a more-private room was.
In between these two encounters I would see this woman on a regular basis. At least weekly and probably every day for days at a time. We always talked, though not about this, were friendly, and had no awkwardness.
You would think that between the two encounters we might have gotten together a couple of times more.
And the regret here is that I didn't say something like, "When can we do this again?" as she didn't seem put off by the notion of wrestling with me. Especially after the first encounter.
(Regrets are funny though. Had we had sex every night for a month it would just be a memory now. So why fret over it? People are funny.)
[*Gals, the reason a lot of us don't care to cuddle is because when we fall to sleep we become drooling, snoring, farting, lumps and we don't want to expose you to that side of us. It isn't fair to you who, when sleeping, are adorable little packages of cuteness and sweet smells. (I would go so far as to say you are like puppies and scented candles all in one but can't think of a way to express that without conjuring up images of bestiality). As it happens, when I was younger I sent away for a self-study course which trained me to control my nocturnal drooling and farting and as a result have been told, more than once, I'm a pretty good cuddler. You know, once you get past the snoring.]
Posted by delmer at April 28, 2008 5:26 PM
Comments
ROFLMGAO!!
*Picks self off floor, drags self back to seat, re-reads Delmer's last pargragraph and.....
ROF..AGAIN!*
Posted by: LikeRoses.....STILL at April 28, 2008 5:03 PM
As a wise woman once said..."Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda"
Posted by: Ginger at April 28, 2008 10:32 PM
ZZ: Was it the drooling/farting combo that got you? Or the puppies/scented candles?
Ginger: Hmmm. Unfortunately, there's rarely a wise woman around when I need one most.
Posted by: delmer at April 29, 2008 9:31 AM
*Snork* :)
Posted by: Ginger at April 29, 2008 5:22 PM