If the third date is the Sex Date, then the fifth is the Blowjob Date. At least that was the wisdom I’d heard.
It had bewildered me at the time that there could be a system as strict as that, where the steps of romance/sex were laid out like instructions. But, of course, it was just some bullshit somebody had made up that had gotten passed on until it sounded like a rule, or at least like something astute.
My romantic life had been anything but neat and orderly. It had been wild and a little chaotic. I’d dated a string of guys and had my fun, but I’d never gotten really serious about any one man.
But that seemed to be changing with Ted. I had met him through work friends. He was a handsome guy with a good build. He was also smart, witty and charming, which turned out to be an even more... Read more...