“I’m having a baby and am so excited, but how do I tell my fiance’ it isn’t his?”
“Having sex with him bores me to DEATH. He has no idea what foreplay is or what it takes to turn me on. The very thought of him touching me makes me nauseous. Still, I love him so.”
“I don’t know what I’m going through right now, and while I still want the marriage, I have my needs. I know I should have stopped months ago, but playing out my fantasies with another man is what keeps me sane.”
One story I just saw on another blog, one is actual and the third I learned of second hand.
So I ask myself again, am I really experiencing hangovers all that bad, or perhaps just test drives in preparation for the real thing?
Could each of these have been avoided if these women were up front about what they wanted and liked? Should they have asked more questions, talked to their significant others more in the beginning?
I’m planning on having a little Q&A session with Rescue 911 tonight, and after stumbling on an article mentioning questions you should ask a potential mate. Uh oh is right but I’m being fair, he’s been warned and I even told him he can choose which category. Kind of like a Jeapordy-style type of session. Surely, he’s probably dreading this but so what.
Rescue has already strategically placed himself in an “interesting” situation by pursuing me when he’s got unfinished business. I figure this is for my benefit and if he’s as smart as I think he is, he’ll understand the benefits as well.
Why a bunch of questions?
I sure as hell want to avoid getting into some long-term situation of unhappiness out of ignorance, and even if he tells me what he thinks I want to hear, in my little twisted brain I’ll still feel a sense of satisfaction for having asked the types of questions that should come up before even beginning to date someone.
There are no guarantees even if I ask a million and one questions, but I’d rather err on the side of trying to guarantee great effort to learn as much as I can about a potential partner.
This will be interesting.
Until there’s a cure for the hangovers…
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