Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.
After seven years (!) of being single, I finally have a date. Granted, it’s a double date but still.
But…there’s a problem. He’s rather…not my type. Straight (completly so sadly), nice, sweet, really teddy bear of a guy. Cute but not fall down gorgous. Intrested in HP but not in fanfiction or any REAL discussions of it, intrested in LoTR but didn’t like most of the movies, and anime freak (I only dabble…)
He’s almost the opposite of everything I usually go out with. Added to that very minor to most people fact…my brain is screaming at me that I’m an idiot to even think of going out with someone. I had a panic attack last night just thinking about the idea (several in fact, especially since he kept touching me).
Plus there’s the sex factor. The very idea of sex disgusts me, at least, het sex. The thought of EVER being intamate with a guy again makes me physically ill. And granted this is just a first date, but if things continue…he’ll want sex and I’ll be filling completly and totally ill at the idea. I can’t even stand to be causually touched…
Goddess help me…