Date #4 is upon me and it’s pot roast night.
I’ve spent the morning cleaning and deciding on my final recipe. Mildly agitated, slightly excited. I am so very, very out of my element.
It’s been more than 15 years since I’ve had 4 dates and no sex. I’ve seen his beautiful body only on a screen as he has mine.
I haven’t touched or tasted; I haven’t felt or followed my fingertips to any delicious nooks and crannies. I feel blindfolded in an art museum.
I don’t know what is expected of me once dinner is done because I’m certain sex is not on the menu for tonight. “I don’t do casual sex,” he told me on date #2.
I’m not even sure I know what that means.
So I wait and follow and see what’s next. He’s the lead on this. Not me.
I hope my pot roast is edible.