I watched Sex and the City.
I embrace my sexuality, wholeheartedly.
I’m a grown ass woman and make grown ass decisions (and mistakes).
Yet, as much as people rebuke books like The Rules or Steve Harvey’s Think Like a Man, and call them archaic and unfashionable, there is some validity to them. I talked it up and reassured myself things would be fine, but they weren’t. I deserved to let down my guard a little bit. I had been on a sex sabbatical for close to a year. Having sex on the second date won’t be some life-altering, catastrophic step. Right?
But…when the phone calls and texts suddenly come to a standstill…you start to reconsider.
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