Maybe not to you, but to me it was.
There was a new girl that recently started at work. We were coupled up for some things, and I briefly begun my "research". Typical of people of my type I would guess. Asked her questions, tried to figure out what she was and what she wanted in life. She was very nervous, shy. Would always hesitate and reword her sentences.
Anyway, two weeks later a buddy of mine that I work with told me he had heard something I probably wanted to know of. He proceeded to tell me how I was the reason she was nervous, but not in any negative regards, no. Apparently it wasn't the questions that made her "anxious", it was the way I asked them. When she was told to put things a little into perspective, explain a little further; she commented she didn't think guys, or men, like myself existed.
He said she had told him with these exact words that I had such passion, sincerity, but that it was so deeply withheld. She said she was being touched butt naked by a man fully dressed.
I'm very little of the bubbly type when I'm with people I don't know fully, and even then I am quite hesitant to sprout out with joy and regular nonsense.
I write this here because I find it relevant. Maybe other men of my type, or men that share similar cognitive functions find connections between themselves and the story provided.
Any feedback is welcome though.
God, this sounded anal as heck.
There was a new girl that recently started at work. We were coupled up for some things, and I briefly begun my "research". Typical of people of my type I would guess. Asked her questions, tried to figure out what she was and what she wanted in life. She was very nervous, shy. Would always hesitate and reword her sentences.
Anyway, two weeks later a buddy of mine that I work with told me he had heard something I probably wanted to know of. He proceeded to tell me how I was the reason she was nervous, but not in any negative regards, no. Apparently it wasn't the questions that made her "anxious", it was the way I asked them. When she was told to put things a little into perspective, explain a little further; she commented she didn't think guys, or men, like myself existed.
He said she had told him with these exact words that I had such passion, sincerity, but that it was so deeply withheld. She said she was being touched butt naked by a man fully dressed.
I'm very little of the bubbly type when I'm with people I don't know fully, and even then I am quite hesitant to sprout out with joy and regular nonsense.
I write this here because I find it relevant. Maybe other men of my type, or men that share similar cognitive functions find connections between themselves and the story provided.
Any feedback is welcome though.
God, this sounded anal as heck.