“You know, last weekend you accused me of using sex as an avoidance tactic. Yet here I am, trying to have a serious conversation with you, and what are you doing?”
She had a point.
“I’m sorry, and I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you to touch me; I do. I just don’t know what you want from me. Friday night I told the world the depth of my feelings for you. That same night, you said you wanted to be my friend and my lover. That could mean commitment, or it could just mean you want to be fuck buddies. I need some clarification.”
“If I recall, I said I wanted to be a few other things as well.”
“Right. Exactly what did you have in mind?”