Craig and I had a conversation about regrets, and it was a sure sign of how serious we were getting. We’d been dating for six months. Good — no, great — romance and sex. We were exclusive, and I was very happy.

““Hmm, regrets,” I mused. I was at his place, and he’d made us breakfast. On top of the wonderful sex Craig had delivered the night before, he was also a terrific cook. “You mean things I wished I hadn’t done?” I asked.

“Well, more like stuff you wished you had experienced,” he said, pausing to take a sip of coffee. “Are there any items missing from your sex life’s checklist?”

I smirked. We could talk intimately like this, which was really nice. Craig was smart, funny and empathetic. But it was plain he... Leer Más