There was such warm feedback from my other personal NSFW story, that I’ve decided to share another. Please be advised that explicit sexual content follows…
Elizabeth and I had been dating for a few months. It was fairly typical at first, at least as typical as it could be for a Jewish Canadian girl and a Chinese American guy. (There are emojis for this? 🇮🇱 🀄️)
We did all the normal dating activities at first. We took in each other’s company usually after work or classes or on the weekends. We revealed ourselves in hours-long late night talks. We laughed at each other’s bad jokes as we started to care more about each other. As does happen when the chemistry is right, a closeness and trust grew from a mutual desire to see our new partners happy.
I can’t remember how soon after we started dating that we started having sex. In the first few weeks, and before we had sex, we had slept (actual literal sleep and nothing else) together. On those occasions, we’d wake up in the same bed, clothing rumpled, realizing we had fallen asleep mid-conversation.
Things were easy with Elizabeth. We connected. We clicked. I didn’t mind the little things, and she, in addition to being in love, she was in love with being in love. She was unusually sincere and devoted.
I was naturally surprised, then, when it seemed like on some days Elizabeth appeared to be either annoyed with me – or trying to annoy me. I tend to be patient in relationships. I believe patience creates the space my partner needs to express herself safely, to grow safely. In that way, I am willing to absorb inequities, but only in that way. The flip-side of this patience is that I might be enabling poor relationship practices.
After a few too many days of Elizabeth’s apparent needling, I sat her down for a talk.
“Babe, what’s going on? It seems like you’re… you kind of tick me off some days,” I said, “and it seems to me like something is bothering you that we’re not talking about.”
She shook her head.
“No…” she started, trailing off.
“What is it?” I said, my mind running through possible explanations I might have missed.
“It’s just… well…” she said, trailing off again, eyes looking upward in thought.
“Listen, whatever it is, we can work on it, okay?” I said.
With her trademark honesty, she looked me in the eyes and said,
“You fuck me so hard when you’re upset with me,” she explained, “and you get bossy.”
She was smiling now, practically grinning.
“And you like this?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” she said, blinking twice, giving me her doe eyed look.
It was my turn to grin.
Part II of II is available. July 8, 2015 edit.