Of course I did.
I think I failed to mention The Dane has re-entered my life in a work-related way. I've seen him a few times and we've become friendly over the last weeks. So yesterday, when he invited me to do something with him, I didn't think much of it.
Until he drove me home and put the moves on me.
And yes, I could feel it coming. And then I told him, I think I'm seeing someone. Because it suddenly didn't seem fair to allow him to kiss me when I am seeing The Sculptor this afternoon. It's not fair. Especially because I like The Dane enough, but not in the right way, and again, there is no reason to waste time on someone who I don't have that chemical reaction to. That's the only way I can describe it. Chemically reacting.
But suddenly I realized that sleeping with The Dane would be damn good. We never slept together before because I just didn't like him enough to waste emotional energy, but last night it became clear that it could be explosive, intense, wholly satisfying sex.
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