Originally Posted by nycindie
Maybe it just had to do with being at M's place, where you have no authority. You know you were in somewhat unfamiliar territory, and your gf was in a unfamiliar position there, which is different from how you relate to her. I could see that as simply being disorienting.
Yes, that's exactly it, Cindie. Plus, their apartment was such a wreck. I'm far from the world's best housekeeper, but I get antsy when I sit in the midst of such clutter and disorganization. It's a lovely 12th floor luxury apartment with an amazing view of the Boston skyline, and they just let things build up everywhere... ugh. Packaging, dishes, several piles of mail, bits of the dog's rope chew toy all over the carpet, shopping bags, foyer a mess of shoes and detritus. There was not one cleared surface in the place.
Love withers under constraint; its very essence is liberty. It is compatible neither with envy, jealousy or fear. It is there most pure, perfect and unlimited when its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve. -- Shelley
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