I needed to feel something. I couldn’t lay a stranger down and look into her eyes in a moment so intimate, in a situation where I felt so vulnerable, and not know a single thing about her or feel like she didn’t know me. I couldn’t fuck a girl and then immediately put my clothes on and leave, or ask her to do the same. I needed to relate to her, be intrigued by her, be comforted by her. And for that, I blamed the first girl who ever made me feel that way.
