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modern love

I didn’t sleep with her.
After all that, I didn’t sleep with her.
It would have been simple, and probably REALLY good, too… but I couldn’t do it.
WHY ??
What the fuck is wrong with my head/heart that makes me feel as though some kind of contract between us is necessary before I stick my dick in someone?
She was totally into me, too, I could tell.
And gave me the impression no contract was required on her end for a night of sweaty goodness.
Ya, she likes me.
She likes me but she’s not going to let herself LOVE me.
At least, not at this early stage of the game.
And what’s wrong with that?
Nothing, really.
In fact, it’s pretty smart.
And pretty modern, too.
I guess I’m just old fashioned.
ME! OLD FASHIONED !? You know… I can’t think of any good examples at the moment, but it’s certainly not a turn of phrase I ever imagined being used when describing me.
Especially to myself.
I feel betrayed!

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