The other night, in a drunken hormonal rage, I ended up making out with an acquaintance. I managed not to sleep with him through a series of mental and physical gymnastic feats worthy of a gold metal. Long story. I actually really enjoy his company and always looked forward to talking to him when I saw him at parties or get-togethers. So basically I have to wait for him to text or call me before I can contact him.
Or is that perhaps what you were hoping. Just use the standard period line and then allow the whole thing to die a death. I never even thought of my monthly visitor. Number 3-Tell him you have a herpes flair up but that it will be okay in a few days. Tell him you are struggling with that and genital warts. It will all be cake and ice-cream. Or just leave it alone. Me: diet. You: cookie. Not coming over tonight. The classy way to do it would be to tell him on the phone or in person—text rejection is very low-class and so the truth with a minimum of explication.
Short on excuses and long on facts. Essentially, condense the original post into three good sentences, i. You keep squashing these dirty feelings down into your psyche and eventually that bullshit is going to blow-out the bottom of your personal trash bag. God help you when that happens.
Binge fucking can lead to a very dark and lonely place. How long do you think you can keep that in check? By all means woman, go get you some. You are fortunate enough to be in a position as a woman to pretty much pick and choose when you have sex and who you have it with. Yeah, be honest. He might actually stick around. He may get angry for you leading him on. If under 35, make that rub two or three out before leaving the house.
Would that work for a girl? Others would get even hornier. Still others would be satiated enough to think rationally. Have you tried super vigorous exercise?
