I met her at this new Italian restaurant that, unbeknownst to me, had a rule that all customers dine by candlelight.
If I tried to think of something more uncomfortable than having an accidental candlelight dinner with a girl who is desperate for my sperm, It'd take a while. And it'd probably involve having something placed very firmly and completely into the deepest recesses of my rectum.
I admit the wine made me rethink my stance on rocking her, but I stood my ground.
And I'm having a hard time coping with the fact that I turned down sex.
That's never happened before. I've been the turndownee many many many many many many many times, but never the turndowner.
I'm getting old.
Addendum:
She's 34 and worried about her "clock." I'm not touting my sexual prowess or uncommonly good looks because I have neither.
I'm just saying.