Still, I told him to slow things down — it was a bit too soon for sexting, in my mind.
He made me feel sexy, turned on, and surprisingly comfortable. I freaked out; it was the middle of the day, and we still hadn’t met face-to-face since that first night at the bar.Plus, I had never tried cybersex or even thought much about it before.Before I even got home that night, he started texting me, and within a few days, he tried to switch our digital conversations from sweet to sexual: “When we go to the movies, can you wear a skirt?I want you to sit on my lap in the theater and see what happens.”I was a little shocked, but definitely curious.
By the end of the night, he had asked to take me out as soon as possible, and we had kissed and exchanged numbers.
We were at a bar, and he was semi-cute, but very charming and funny.