handled. It would be a challenge. Also, and I hate to say it, but let’s face it, it is an important component of any relationship, what about intimacy – sex? Yes, whether or not I wanted to admit it - because I didn’t want to objectify her - I did fantasize about what it would be like to be making love to Safia. Don’t get me wrong, that wasn’t a driving force in my wanting to see her, but I’m a man, she’s a woman, I’m attracted to her, and part of that attraction is wanting to share something intimate and special with her. What could I expect in regards to an intimate relationship with her?
The way I figured it, if she was brought up in a strict household, chances are she wasn’t the type to embrace one-night stands. You see it on TV and in movies all the time; the third date is supposed to equal sex. I don’t know who came up with that rule, but I’m sure it wasn’t set in stone; actually, based on past relationships, I can guarantee you it wasn’t set in stone. Considering Safia’s background, I figured it would take a long time for her to become comfortable with me and be willing to share that part of her in a relationship – probably months. And I was okay with that. I really wanted to get to know her; yes, I know some guys right now are rolling their eyes and wondering if I was gay, but that’s the truth. Sex is only one component of a relationship; unless you and the woman you’re with plan to spend every waking hour together in bed, sharing bodily fluids, let’s face it, other aspects of the relationship had to be developed and nurtured, made strong, like the ability to just enjoy each other’s company, whether it’s going for a walk, or sitting down and watching a movie. I wanted to know who Safia really was and for her to know who I really was, before we explored anything carnal. So, I guess in that way, if I’d guessed right, I could live with waiting for that intimacy with her. You see, her parents would hate me, but I really cared for their daughter and had the best of intentions.
All this really didn’t matter, I guess if I blew the second date. I’d made a good first impression, but we were still getting to know one another, so the potential to blow it was still very real – and I really didn’t trust myself to not blow it.
The second date is as important as the first date – possibly even more important. On the first date you’ve both been on your best behavior, and if things went well, the two of you covered a lot of ground. If you’ve covered that ground and you’ve made it to a second date, well, that’s a good thing.
In the past, traditionally, a second date would involve another restaurant and a movie, but with Safia I decided to try something different; luckily, she was up for it. Instead of going out to dinner and a movie, I invited her to my place for a homemade meal and a movie. I was hoping that if I cooked for her, she’d find that engaging and loveable.
“I have to say, I was a bit reluctant inviting you over. I wasn’t sure you’d come,” I said to Safia as she made herself comfortable on my living room couch.
“A second date at the man’s house, that is a bit dodgy; I mean it’s only a second date, for all I know you could be a serial killer,” she said.
“True, but it could be worst.”
“How’s that?” she asked.
“I could be a serial killer in training,” I said.
She just looked at me.
“I mean, if you’re going to fall prey to a serial killer you want to fall prey to an experienced serial killer, not some trainee. A trainee would be sloppy, still learning his trade. He’d be messy and probably muck things up, whereas an experienced serial killer would be efficient and get the job done right.”
“I see you’ve given this some thought,” she said.
“My Dad always taught me you should take pride in your work.”
“Do I have to worry?” she asked, smiling.
“No, it seems like too much work. And being a serial killer,
The way I figured it, if she was brought up in a strict household, chances are she wasn’t the type to embrace one-night stands. You see it on TV and in movies all the time; the third date is supposed to equal sex. I don’t know who came up with that rule, but I’m sure it wasn’t set in stone; actually, based on past relationships, I can guarantee you it wasn’t set in stone. Considering Safia’s background, I figured it would take a long time for her to become comfortable with me and be willing to share that part of her in a relationship – probably months. And I was okay with that. I really wanted to get to know her; yes, I know some guys right now are rolling their eyes and wondering if I was gay, but that’s the truth. Sex is only one component of a relationship; unless you and the woman you’re with plan to spend every waking hour together in bed, sharing bodily fluids, let’s face it, other aspects of the relationship had to be developed and nurtured, made strong, like the ability to just enjoy each other’s company, whether it’s going for a walk, or sitting down and watching a movie. I wanted to know who Safia really was and for her to know who I really was, before we explored anything carnal. So, I guess in that way, if I’d guessed right, I could live with waiting for that intimacy with her. You see, her parents would hate me, but I really cared for their daughter and had the best of intentions.
All this really didn’t matter, I guess if I blew the second date. I’d made a good first impression, but we were still getting to know one another, so the potential to blow it was still very real – and I really didn’t trust myself to not blow it.
The second date is as important as the first date – possibly even more important. On the first date you’ve both been on your best behavior, and if things went well, the two of you covered a lot of ground. If you’ve covered that ground and you’ve made it to a second date, well, that’s a good thing.
In the past, traditionally, a second date would involve another restaurant and a movie, but with Safia I decided to try something different; luckily, she was up for it. Instead of going out to dinner and a movie, I invited her to my place for a homemade meal and a movie. I was hoping that if I cooked for her, she’d find that engaging and loveable.
“I have to say, I was a bit reluctant inviting you over. I wasn’t sure you’d come,” I said to Safia as she made herself comfortable on my living room couch.
“A second date at the man’s house, that is a bit dodgy; I mean it’s only a second date, for all I know you could be a serial killer,” she said.
“True, but it could be worst.”
“How’s that?” she asked.
“I could be a serial killer in training,” I said.
She just looked at me.
“I mean, if you’re going to fall prey to a serial killer you want to fall prey to an experienced serial killer, not some trainee. A trainee would be sloppy, still learning his trade. He’d be messy and probably muck things up, whereas an experienced serial killer would be efficient and get the job done right.”
“I see you’ve given this some thought,” she said.
“My Dad always taught me you should take pride in your work.”
“Do I have to worry?” she asked, smiling.
“No, it seems like too much work. And being a serial killer,
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