I look at the clock. The time is 11:11 PM. I close my eyes and make a wish. Nigel. Each time that I make a wish, it's always his name. Why? Because I like him. I don't like him in the 'I want this guy in my bed' type of way at all, keeping in mind that I don't ever want anyone in my bed. Instead, I like him in the way that I'd want to chat with him in front of a fire place about local news while drinking some sort of a classy, possibly alcoholic, beverage. We wouldn't even touch eachother ever, with the exception of shaking hands goodbye and the occasional pat on the back if either of us deserved it.
To put any possible questions to rest I am a sixteen year old girl, not at all ugly, and want a relationship with a guy which involves no physical or sexual contact. No, I am not afraid of sex either. I have dated multiple guys andd have gotten sexual with some of them and I honestly did not enjoy a single second of anything more than a quick peck on the lips, barely enjoying that.
I'm not going to lie, there was one guy that I did enjoy cuddling with but once things went pass cuddling, the relationship was terminated. Okay, he broke up with me and I was really upset about it. The only thing that allowed me to get over the break up was realizing that I didn't like going that far and if I was still dating him, things would have gone a lot further.
Another possible question that needs to be answered ahead of time is why did I go so far if I wasn't comfortable? The answer is that I don't really know. Maybe it was because at the time, it got me attention. It could have been because I didn't want to upset the guy or make things awkward. Either way, it happened and all I have to say about that is, "Oh well."
