Selena was next, and she did the same. I never minded a beautiful woman sitting on my lap, but for whatever reason, I just wasn’t feeling it romantically with her. I liked her enough. I wrapped my arms around her when she shivered, and I kissed her cheek. We hadn’t done more than make out, and I knew she wanted more. But something was holding me back. I’d found excuses to cut our nights short every time we went out, usually blaming work.
I'm not a fan of dating others
