"You can't fuck me and be a prude, Danny. That doesn't work." Maybe he's used to feeling like he's gotten one over on God this way, but I've never been shy about calling him on his bullshit.
"I don't want you to recite a specific answer... I just know that I don't want another week like the one I just had." I didn't know how to talk to him, so for the most part, I didn't. I couldn't send him inappropriate jokes from the internet that made him reply back in caps lock, I couldn't invite him out to a bar or club he would have declined anyway. And it's most likely my fault if I really stop and think about it. I left before either of us could get to 'now what?'. "Next time you invite me over to paint birdhouses or something, is that all you mean?"
Since the moment we met, I've made it more than abundantly clear that I was attracted to him. While it may not have seemed like it, least of all to him, I knew there were boundaries and I never acted on it. Now, things are blurred. After this, I don't know if I'm allowed to act, or if this was just something he needed to get out of his system.
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"I don't want you to recite a specific answer... I just know that I don't want another week like the one I just had." I didn't know how to talk to him, so for the most part, I didn't. I couldn't send him inappropriate jokes from the internet that made him reply back in caps lock, I couldn't invite him out to a bar or club he would have declined anyway. And it's most likely my fault if I really stop and think about it. I left before either of us could get to 'now what?'. "Next time you invite me over to paint birdhouses or something, is that all you mean?"
Since the moment we met, I've made it more than abundantly clear that I was attracted to him. While it may not have seemed like it, least of all to him, I knew there were boundaries and I never acted on it. Now, things are blurred. After this, I don't know if I'm allowed to act, or if this was just something he needed to get out of his system.