My appointment with Z involved conversation about my newest tattoo, which will be inked in skin on Friday, and sex. I discussed my sexual boiling over and my wanting to venture into a sexual relationship with a guy I've been chatting with for a little while.
Z raised points already weighing heavy on my soul. At the end of the session, after I had paid my bill and set up another appointment with him, he said to me "I hope you think about this." With a pause in it that sighed heavy with worry.
I was pissed all the way home. Still am. But I sent an email to the guy and told him that it's best that we don't do anything. Call me a cock sucker and think horribly of me but I can't do it.
Very quietly, Z had basically asked me not to do it.
Ok, Z. I won't.