There is a new man in my life. Well, actually I met him back in September. He came highly recommended by one of my colleagues, and we’ve been seeing each other fairly regularly since then.
When I first met him, I was really nervous. After all, I hadn’t been in THIS kind of a relationship in several years, especially since I found it hard to find someone I could really trust when I was living overseas. But he put me at ease immediately and helped me relax. He’s very warm and friendly and he likes to tell jokes. Well, his jokes aren’t really that funny, but I laugh at them anyway, because I don’t want to hurt his feelings, and he’ll never know I’m faking it, right?
This guy does things for me that no one else can do. I’m not a big believer in needing someone else to complete me, but he fills me in a way that is entirely unique to him.
Not much is required of me in this relationship. I show up at his place according to plan, and then pretty much all I have to do is lie back and let him do his thing, moaning occasionally from time to time. I don’t even have to say much, because he talks all the time and rarely do I get a word in edgewise. When I do reply, I’m not convinced he understands what I’m saying.
This new guy is a bit heavy handed, but he’s such a nice guy I don’t have the heart to tell him I need a lighter touch. We always do it with the lights on so he can see what he’s doing, soft jazz playing in the background.
In spite of his heavy-handedness, he takes it slow and gets it right every time. Sometimes, I have to admit, I get a bit tired and wish he could finish just a bit faster, but in the end I’m always glad he was so slow and thorough.
He really is a great guy, and I think everyone I know would like him. Come to think of it, I don’t know why I’ve been keeping him such a secret.… after all, some of my friends might be looking for a good dentist, too!