I read the personals ads, scanning onl;y the W4m listings. Each one is a emitter how foreign the real world is to me, with regards to sex. I hardly ever talk about it, let alone do it.
Some of these women sound cool, like maybe we could be Feb or Drug play friends… But I’m just dreaming.
I can’t hook up with a person who hooks up. I can’t fake being good at hooking up.
I need somebody to read my ad, and look apron me as a project Fuck. Have you ever dreamed of being a teacher? Want to receive the awkwardness of your youth and take a boy’s virginity? (Not quite)
Then pick me. Willing to learn.
However, full disclosure, I am obcessive and negative on myself. I don’t know if I can muster the passion without distraction.
I don’t know anything. I can’t predict the future regarding sex. I can invasion failures because I have experienced them. I have had opportunities and failed.
It’s a thing. It may or may not continue to be a thing if I find the right woman, but the right woman has to be great AND patient. That’s asking a lot.
No it isn’t. I shush the negative attack.
On the other hand, she might touch me there, and whoa. I’m back in action. I can hope.
The moment.
End of part 2.
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