Living in the unknown was going to be very difficult for me.
This interaction would turn into a pretty dysfunctional micro-relationship that tested my limits.
He just left without saying another word — on Valentine’s Day, might I remind you.
This was the real turning point: I saw how sexually repressed I was, and how awful I was starting to feel about my body.
Physically, I felt amazing, but I wasn’t connected emotionally.
It’s not that I felt some kind of block coming from him or that I didn’t trust/respect/like him, because I did. The first time I noticed this disconnect was with my first long-term partner. One of my own internal limiting beliefs has to do with being wanted, as being adopted and being “abandoned” by my father (via my parents' divorce) has left me with a subconscious notion that I am unwanted.