The Joys of Flirting

Hmm. I spent all of last night flirting with a completely adorable boy. It was delightful. He was sweet and cute and he acted as if he honestly found me attractive, which is quite an ego boost. I felt happy and sexy and just generally wonderful. The problem? He's a gay bio boy. He's not my type, and I'm definitely not his type. For me, that's not a big deal, and certainly not a deterrant from some harmless flirting that I was certainly enjoying. It's hard for me to say how he felt about it, though. He occasionally blushed a wonderful shade of pink and he certainly played along, so I hope I didn't make him too uncomfortable. Sometimes it's just so much fun to be cuddly and provokative within a safe and friendly setting.

The whole thing did make me wonder, however, what my limits were in that particular situation. With straight biomen, I never made it past holding hands and cuddling before something in me decided that it just doesn't feel right and I ran away. I never even managed to kiss a boy before I came out as queer. But somehow in this context I wonder if I might have been comfortable going further. If the object of my flirtation were a little more bisexual (and single), might I have been open to more experimentation? I was pretty darn turned on last night. I can picture myself kissing him, though I don't really imagine going much farther than kissing and perhaps some groping. Who knows? I tend to let my body guide me in such things, and if it felt right, I probably would have gone farther with him. Though it's probably for the best that things never got to that point, I'm so appreciative of the opportunity to feel attractive and sexy and playful. Now if only I could find a girl to have that much fun with...