Like so many lusty online romances, masturbation was the glue that held our long-distance flirtatious bond together.
I was supposed to be taking the summer off from sex and dating…
He told me things, too: his insecurities, his anxieties, stories about his failed marriage and his ex-girlfriends and the friends he suspected didn’t really have his best interests at heart (he was right about them).
We let each other in and so much of everything inside us came gushing out.
I met a man online who lived on the other side of the country.
We were technologically inseparable for two months before I flew out to spend a week exclusively in his company.
It wasn’t love at first Tweet, but the attraction our conversations and Google searching generated caught me off guard. Here’s a word you’ll never read about in the more restrained online love stories – masturbation. Later that day, I woke up to a text message from him.
Even though I had a few hang-ups about his polyamory, I just knew that I had to meet him in-person.The two rooms and bathroom appeared to be much smaller than what I had seen through his laptop camera. My would-be lover appeared unexpectedly glum as he plopped down on the mattress next to me.His bed was a mattress on the floor with a box spring underneath. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he mumbled, unable to look into my eyes.But there was never any potential lover waiting for me on the other side of those flights.After landing, my carry-on suitcase seemed to find every crack in the sidewalk as I raced to find him. He was already waiting for me in Baggage Claim, a bouquet of purple flowers in his outstretched hands.In some respects, the week contained everything I imagined the relationship would be… After about twenty minutes, he excused himself for dinner plans. But he surprised us both by calling me back later that night at two a.m.