Awkward Melting Muscles

Whitney:
I received a message from a couple who wanted to make out with me. I'm very flattered. I just wrote back. They have many stipulations. I think the man wants to watch me kiss his girlfriend.

Tonight my date walked in, straight from a happy hour. He's 3 years older than me, but didn't seem like a man. He's passionate about things, but his sense of humor is misleading. He touched me too soon in the night. With the second glass of wine, and after some time had passed, creating a rhythm of sorts, I was relaxed when he continued to keep his hand in my hair long past his comment about it's texture. It felt awkward because the mood didn't seem to define the continuation of that action, and because I wasn't thinking about sexiness or trying to be sexy. It felt nice because I am a sucker. I think he's not my type, but it melted my heart a bit that I know clearly what he wanted.

This just makes me think about being in synch with people. Even in the face of that rare synchronicity, we mustn't cling to it. Tonight I clung to nothing.

My date on Monday was lighthearted, and also included touching, but this felt more natural. Plus Mr. Monday had some pretty sweet arm muscles. I am now wondering about the muscles of Misters Thursday, Friday (pending), Saturday and Sunday (pending). I will admit here that I'm up for some casual cuddling, whether it's awkward, synchronized, muscley or tripled.