I hesitated before publishing this series of posts because it's very personal and also very pathetic. I had talked about modesty on this blog. Well, fuck that. I really feel like talking about this sentimental adventure that has been very short but full of surprises. Now I have to warn you, there is going to be 7 posts, you're gonna have to eat them all week long! Oh, I know what you think, that those who make a mountain out of a short relationship have an easy heart. I thought the same thing before it happened to me!
The first time, nothing. I knew there was many men into him, but I clearly wasn't one of them, he didn't cause any effect on me. I remember having a crush on some boys just by seeing them. But this time, no. I didn't feel anything. We talked. He was interesting, funny, even though it looked like we had different opinions on a some things. I remember having conversations with guys that changed my vision of things, and that was making me attracted to them. But this time, no. I still wasn't feeling anything. And then, I had the feeling, on the dancefloor, that he was hitting on me. I thought "Why not?". So I started to hit on him back.
And then we had sex. And this time... WOW!!! While reaching the climax, I felt something very intense, unknown and indescribable. For a few seconds, I was somewhere else. A bit like the sound of the sirens. I remember, though, sleeping with men who gave me a lot of pleasure, but it never drove me crazy for them. This time, something happened. And just like that, suddenly, I stumbled into the irrational.
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I believe you fell in love with the guy didn't you ?
"I stumbled into the irrational"
love is anything but rational
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