So I resisted calling BECG2 tonight after the weird nipple clamp conversation. Worked on homework instead (which is really what I should have been doing!) He just called. Didn't bring it up and neither did I. It was a regular conversation that, for all the steam involved, I could have had with my brother. Sigh... I get a lot from this relationship - comfort, cuddles, new experiences, a shoulder to lean on - but it sure doesn't stimulate that wild side of me. BECG2 doesn't check his e-mail very often and his phone is so old he can't text. That kind of kills my fun. ;) He may be what I need (i.e., an adult who calls me on my BS and is kind to me) and he is a very good man but sometimes I kind of want to scream.