Some things happen to us that we will never forget. How can a woman dismiss the best sex she ever had? She can’t.
The story:
I have been languishing in a non-sexual relationship for some years, a ‘dead bedroom’, as it is commonly termed here. My partner had awkwardly suggested that I seek someone out for my needs periodically but…like most statements made out of anxiety, he didn’t mean it. I couldn’t add to his discomfort.
Yet mine was growing. How long does healthy woman suppress her need to be lovingly touched before she feels it will never happen?
Taking a deep breath, I posted an online profile, half hoping for attention, half afraid I would get it. A number of guys came my way but none were a good fit. Everyone who has looked online for attention understands that–so many faces but none that you want to kiss.
Then finally, the right set of lips to kiss came to me. A simple innocuous message, the tone was slightly halting. I could imagine him hesitantly writing then erasing then recomposing, before he hit ‘send’. I admit, I was intrigued, as his message was different than the others I’d received, quite respectful. And the kicker? He was Asian. Surprise, surprise.