I feel better about the future of seduction now. At least I think I do.
By Alexa Day
Long ago, I briefly dated a man called Bob. Bob was not his name, mind you. But it is what my wingwoman and I called him.
Bob was not the sort of man I usually dated. He was far more established and more successful and more confident than the guys I was used to, and I dated some pretty successful, confident guys. But I couldn’t sort out whether I was attracted to Bob — or attracted enough to him. That confusion was interesting, in a way, after I’d gotten used to being sure right away, and it freed me to concentrate more on whether I was enjoying Bob’s company instead of sizing him up as a sex partner.
In other words, I had no idea at all where things were going with Bob, and I liked that.
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