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I love finding someone I feel comfortable flirting with. Goal-oriented flirting is pretty much all I can do. If I don't think interest is there on both parts, I can't do it.
I once had an incredibly hot cybersex exchange via email with someone I was acquainted with. I dug deep in my libido and vocabulary to conjure images that would drive him mad with desire. Judging by his response, I succeeded. Likewise, his responses excited me. Not so much because of the deep imagination of his wordcraft, but simply because his interest was palpable. We both erected a digital monument to worker UNproductivity that afternoon and that wasn't all we erected.
It hasn't yet happened that I've found someone with an equal desire to delight their paramour with little notes, surprise phone calls, or other tokens of romance. I've had men who reciprocated occasionally, but not a fully participatory partner in this respect.
I suppose some would say I just have too much time on my hands. But I can hardly think of anything more entertaining than slinging sensual verbiage back and forth with someone or playing romantic little games. That's what crushes and infatuation are all about. Because once you get deeply involved with someone that stuff tends to dry up.
I find myself in the crushed-out playful mode but am holding back. The interest is returned, but perhaps in a more muted way than would be necessary to really enjoy such exchanges. And so I play it safe once more.
Perhaps I should do a Sor Juana Ines and just pour it all into a little notebook/sketchbook that I don't have to show to the person in question. How eagerly I would propitiate The Cyprian if she would merely send me someone compatible who would welcome such verbal twinings with open arms!
I once had an incredibly hot cybersex exchange via email with someone I was acquainted with. I dug deep in my libido and vocabulary to conjure images that would drive him mad with desire. Judging by his response, I succeeded. Likewise, his responses excited me. Not so much because of the deep imagination of his wordcraft, but simply because his interest was palpable. We both erected a digital monument to worker UNproductivity that afternoon and that wasn't all we erected.
It hasn't yet happened that I've found someone with an equal desire to delight their paramour with little notes, surprise phone calls, or other tokens of romance. I've had men who reciprocated occasionally, but not a fully participatory partner in this respect.
I suppose some would say I just have too much time on my hands. But I can hardly think of anything more entertaining than slinging sensual verbiage back and forth with someone or playing romantic little games. That's what crushes and infatuation are all about. Because once you get deeply involved with someone that stuff tends to dry up.
I find myself in the crushed-out playful mode but am holding back. The interest is returned, but perhaps in a more muted way than would be necessary to really enjoy such exchanges. And so I play it safe once more.
Perhaps I should do a Sor Juana Ines and just pour it all into a little notebook/sketchbook that I don't have to show to the person in question. How eagerly I would propitiate The Cyprian if she would merely send me someone compatible who would welcome such verbal twinings with open arms!
