At the speed dating, JCK sat down in front of me. I was filled with admiration for her beauty. I was enchanted with her hair and facial features. She had a look of unworthiness and disbelief – she could not believe that so much adoration was coming her way.
I asked permission to stroke her hair. Each stroke was loaded with love. She continued to seek confirmation with her gaze. I continued, with her forehead, cerebellum, shoulders.
She was so grateful.
Note that this was love and perhaps intimacy, but no sex. She needed love.