Another thought that came to me upon my reflection of my weird mood this afternoon:
Could it be that I’m AFRAID of SEX?
I’ve always been what I consider to be a Gentleman, especially when it comes to dealing with Ladies and Other Women. I’ve also never been aggressive in any of my relationships, preferring to let them pursue me. After all, it has been drilled into my head that “No means NO!”
In moments of retrospection, I realize that I can never seem to get “the timing” right: either I come on too strong and she runs away in horror; or I am too much of a Gentleman, and the woman ends up being “nothing more than a friend.”
Oh, I know what all the parts are and where they’re supposed to go… I just don’t seem to get to the application of theory!
