I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm trying to avoid bigger pain in the future by telling you now so we don't have to go through that embarrassment. With all the red hot lusts of a man and all the failings of a man and I'm sure of my own body and its needs. We all have a good friend who we look at ruefully and think “you're lovely, but you just don't tickle my pickle”.
You're cheeky and funny and just the sort of girl I would love to go out with if only my body and mind would let me. I really, really am), I can't say the same about your figure.
So I can sit there and flirt and have the most incredibly fun evening, but I have this awful feeling that when we got undressed my body would let me down. I don't want to be lying there next to you, and you asking me why I'm not hard.
On Monday I went on a first date with a man I met on Tinder. After a couple of drinks we moved on to a restaurant. It wasn't earth-shattering, but all in all it was a fairly standard Pleasant Evening. I really enjoyed your company and actually adore you. So whilst I am hugely turned on by your mind, your face, your personality (and God...
He walked me to the train station, where we kissed. It's the same reaction you get when you read a great author or see an amazing image, or listen to a piece of music you love, it has that instant reaction in you that makes you crave more.