Eventually it became clear that some things had no single equivalent, and that sometimes several scenarios had to be added together to achieve a balance.Eventually it became clear that some things had no single equivalent, and that sometimes several scenarios had to be added together to achieve a balance. Any later changes were to be agreed on by both parties and balanced just the way the list was. Is. [Note from the Future: Writing and posting this on electronic mail was one of the things on the List, by the way. In my column, that is. At the time I had only a hazy idea what E-mail was.] We both got excited making up the List, but still he wouldn't make love. He took me out to dinner instead, and we talked. We had a booth, fortunately, because that conversation was a very intimate one. I told him in very general terms what turned me on, and he did the same; we kind of danced around, getting more and more honest with each other. We traded admissions that neither of us had ever thought we would voice aloud. It was by far the most open verbal discussion I had ever had about my inner desires. We told each other of fantasies that were so unrealistic they could never be made reality, but they did give us insights into each other's motivations. Things like experienc- ing what it would be like to be the opposite sex, or stupid little fantasies like mine about being an alien that is able to change the shape of my body and his in interesting ways and that comes to earth and has sex with him, captivating him with my alien biology. Our conversation got steamier and steamier, but still we acted, on the surface, like we had just met. We didn't even touch. It was actually very erotic, especially with all those people around us that didn't know what we were talking about. Imagine the excitement of a mysterious, sexy stranger abouth whose safety you don't have to worry (i.e. not a pervert or HIV positive) and whom you know you will eventually bed. Yet he is still mysterious. Safe danger. We made plans for the future. |