At first, I had to call him, since he’d made it clear the ball was entirely in my court. But I found that situation awkward and uncomfortable, and I felt weird about calling more than once a week. Maybe it says something about my nature, but having that kind of hot sex only once a week didn’t feel like quite enough. I kept thinking about it in between times. Fantasizing about what we’d do when next we got together. But Josh was very careful about always keeping it casual, so I wasn’t about to make him think that I was getting too clingy with him. Then, after we’d gotten together once a week for a month, I had the bright idea of asking about our next date as I was leaving his place. In conversation, it was easier, less like I was arranging for services. Since he seemed to like the idea of getting together sooner¸ we made a date for just three days later. I’m calling them dates, but they weren’t really dates.
