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I already posted this on Tumblr, but I definitely forgot to slap it
down here. ))
I haven’t had a man treat me as an
honest-to-gods equal in so many years that I tore him apart at first,
vicious wit at the ready.
And when he kept trying, and pulling that
first wall down brick by brick not by prying…but by laughing, and
being so genuinely accepting that it hurt, I didn’t know what to do
but laugh along with him.
I’m so used to the pushing, the demanding,
being physically pushed around, and demeaned…that being asked out
on a real date - to a place I’m dying to go, in enemy territory -
took me off guard.
What does he want?
What’s he after? He made some comment about having a taste for
darker things, but is an...