Give Her Your Priest's Number

Submitted by Bruce:

It was my second time seeing Mia, a 29-year-old .  I was over at her place, and we were on her couch, watching Finding Nemo.  Early on in the film (which we had both seen before), I snuggled close to her and she seemed receptive to touch.

I kissed her cheek.  She turned to me.  I anticipated our first kiss, but she kissed me on my forehead and turned back to the film.  She also adjusted her position, and in doing so, shifted away slightly.

I waited a little longer, then made another try.  I gently turned her head to face me, and I went in for a kiss.  She gave me her cheek and smiled.

So that was that, as far as I was concerned, at least for that day.  I guessed that she thought that it was too fast.

After the film, though, she invited me to her room.  That made me think that she had reconsidered, and I followed her.

We wound up on her bed, with me spooning her.  I lightly tried turning her to face me, but she stayed in her facing-away-from-me position.

I asked, "Am I going too fast for you?"

She said, "A little," followed by, "I don't like fooling around so much."

Hmmmm.  "Like, ever?" I asked.

"Pretty much."

I thought for a moment, then replied, "Then maybe we should just be friends."

"Oh..." she said, sounding disappointed.  Then, "I thought you were different.  Every guy I've been with wants to get into my pants as soon as possible.  What's wrong with taking things slow?"

"Nothing," I told her, "But there's a difference between taking it slow and not fooling around ever."

She said, "I just don't think it's necessary for a healthy relationship."

I moved away from her and sat up.  "That's fine.  I think that it is necessary, but we can stay friends."

She shot up and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a tight squeeze.  I hugged her back.

"I want you to be my boyfriend," she said, "I think we're a great match on everything else.  You'll just get used to it."

"To not having sex?"

She nodded.

"Yeah.  No."

"Can we just try it?"

"It's not going to work.  I'm not celibate.  I'm sorry."

It was back and forth like that for a while as I eased my way off of her bed, out of her room, and (finally) out of her house, with the promise (that I meant) that we'd stay friends.

In the following couple of weeks, she called, e-mailed, and texted me non-stop, as if everything was hunky-dory and we were an item.  Texts like, "Look at this funny article, sweetie," or "Hey hun.  I just wanted to tell u that I like u a lot" appeared constantly in my phone.

I called her after a little while to tell her that I was seeing someone else and that her messages weren't really appropriate.  I wasn't really seeing someone else, but it had to be done.

She sounded very hurt and jumped off the phone quickly.  From that day to this, I haven't heard from her.