Bi-Sexual Female / 33
It's Time To Throw In The Towel And Settle Down, For Real
I woke up in bed with a girl. I had on a cotton nightgown, my clothes neatly folded on a chair with my shoes under the chair. No bra, but yes panties. She had her arm around me, spooning me. It felt good in a terrible way. I began to piece together my memory. The bar, that obnoxious guy. Escaping with her, going to the Hyatt for a quiet drink at the bar, where she knew the bartender. It was several drinks, made for us special. I had trouble standing and I remember getting in a cab with her, and waking up with her. I waited for her to wake up before finding the bathroom. Nothing says intimate like sharing a toothbrush and peeing in front of each other. Another one night stand or was she different?
Of all the ways to meet her, by accident was not one of my likely ways. I liked her, I must have liked her, I got in bed with her. She undressed me, saw my boobs, helped me into her nightgown. Her comment about my boobs 'I like them'. We dated for a while. Got very intimate, talked the long game, but focused on the short game. But time is the enemy and what was hot no longer was, like sleeping with your sister, or cousin, or college roommate. No longer your lover.
It's not the first time, it's the pattern. Men do it differently, they 'nail' you down. They focus on the long game, take you there. That's what's scary. Nail you to the bed, tie you to the kitchen sink with an apron, load you up with kids to slow you down and keep you from running. I'm going back to my husband where I won't get my heart broken again. Where I'm grown up now and won't run away from him. Again. This time I'm going to tie myself down, I'm going to start a family, so he will take me back.
Of all the ways to meet her, by accident was not one of my likely ways. I liked her, I must have liked her, I got in bed with her. She undressed me, saw my boobs, helped me into her nightgown. Her comment about my boobs 'I like them'. We dated for a while. Got very intimate, talked the long game, but focused on the short game. But time is the enemy and what was hot no longer was, like sleeping with your sister, or cousin, or college roommate. No longer your lover.
It's not the first time, it's the pattern. Men do it differently, they 'nail' you down. They focus on the long game, take you there. That's what's scary. Nail you to the bed, tie you to the kitchen sink with an apron, load you up with kids to slow you down and keep you from running. I'm going back to my husband where I won't get my heart broken again. Where I'm grown up now and won't run away from him. Again. This time I'm going to tie myself down, I'm going to start a family, so he will take me back.
