You don’t have to be a genius to work out that people want what they can’t have, and giving sex on a plate to a guy the first time you meet him is unlikely to be the start of a fairytale romance
I’ve mentioned it before, as a singleton one of the things I miss most is regular physical intimacy. Not just the sex, but those perfect weekend mornings, when you wake up in someone’s arms without a care in the world. The security of someone’s arm around your waist. An open chest to bury your back into, and a chin that nuzzles into your neck.
When you’re drunk, it’s easy to miss that intimacy even more. Your reactions go into overdrive, and sensibility goes out the window. You want things right here, right now, regardless of the future implications. And it’s only when you wake up to the cold light of day, and realise there’s no arm around your waist, no chest offering itself for you to bury your back into, and the guy’s chin is clamped firmly on the other side of the bed, that you realise rushing into asking someone back isn’t always the best option. Fortsätt läsa ”The Repercussions of Asking Him to Stay Over”