Calamity Jane
Reverend Blue Jeans
- Joined
- Sep 19, 2001
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No, not actually going out and finding someone to date. The act of dating.
I miss little things, like first kisses and anticipation.
How it feels when he takes your hand for the first time.
Or puts his arm around you and pulls you closer to him.
I miss making out.
Sex with the lights on because you can't get enough of looking at the other person.
Fumbling through sex, finding out what makes the other person moan or giggle or cum so hard they think they're dying.
That "I hope it's him!" feeling everytime the phone rings.
I miss someone asking what's on my mind and actually waiting to hear the answer.
Gods, that grass on the other side of my white picket fence looks green.
I miss little things, like first kisses and anticipation.
How it feels when he takes your hand for the first time.
Or puts his arm around you and pulls you closer to him.
I miss making out.
Sex with the lights on because you can't get enough of looking at the other person.
Fumbling through sex, finding out what makes the other person moan or giggle or cum so hard they think they're dying.
That "I hope it's him!" feeling everytime the phone rings.
I miss someone asking what's on my mind and actually waiting to hear the answer.
Gods, that grass on the other side of my white picket fence looks green.