Being highly skilled in the sheets and getting attached way too easily and too quickly has got to be one of the worst combinations in the universe. Also needing sex like I do doesn't help either. Not a lot of people deal with this as severely as I do. It's worse than my anxiety, well, hell, maybe it is my anxiety.
So the pickle is;
Does he just like my body and what it does?
Or does he like my brain and my body and my heart like he said over and over as he downed beer after beer?
I never know what to believe because there's always alcohol in the mix, I am always one of the best fucks they've ever had, and they are never clear. So it's up to my brain to figure it out and that's where the problem is, it can't. I need black and white. How many men am I going to have to tell that to before I actually get the two most basic colors in the world? How many men am I going to have to meet, fuck and like until I find one that is down to rule the world with me?
I'm not just talking about one guy. I'm talking about probably 15+ I've dealt with like this since I was 16 years old.
I tried dating girls, then I turned into one of those dudes.
I am insane.
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