i think about the times when i'm alone in tight spaces with a woman, like an elevator, for example. i sense that the woman is uncomfortable, and i try make it as comfortable as possible. my realization is that i have a problem with the fact that she is uncomfortable. she should actually be uncomfortable, because naturally, i should desire her. it should be ingrained. it is ingrained in her, yet my mind doesn't even go there. i busted my nut the night prior, and the intimacy here doesn't even trigger anything in me, not even remotely. it should, and that's ok. it's no hinderance to being a normal human being. maybe the interest sparks you to strike up a conversation, commenting on the intimacy, and who knows. but now this just happens and then everyone moves on, and literally nothing happens.
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