True story. It’s been four dates and a 26-year-old guy has made no attempt to kiss me. I’m not sure what to make of this, but it makes me feel slightly uneasy. I think Brandon’s never kissed me because he’s never been kissed—ever. He’s confident in everything else: calling, making plans, conversing, but then it comes to those points when any other breathing male, or female actually, would jump at their chance for a kiss he swoops in for a hug. I’m not dying to kiss him because the physical attraction still isn’t there for me, and maybe that’s a bad sign? But I’m trying to step outside of my usual type because my usual type usually gets me nowhere—typically. Like can grow over time and it can come from intellectual and emotional attraction which is what I’m banking on right now. I know Brandon likes me and I know he will do whatever it takes to keep me happy, and not necessarily in the princessy way, but he genuinely wants this to work out and he knows all the non-physical moves to make. He calls. Everyday. He’s interested in me, my stories, all of it. He makes plans and he keeps them. He talks about what he wants for his future in terms of his career, showing that he’s even thinking of his future. We’ve been having a lot of fun getting to know each other, going out, relaxing at home, and just letting things move…slowly. So as wonderful as Brandon is in so many other aspects, the physical one is blah. Kissing can tell a lot about the connection between two people and right now our connection has a gigantic gap in it, but I will take the chance to let this one play out.
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