She was only 18.

He was 29, 30, 31?

 

He looked 30, but she wasn’t sure, and he never told.

 

They had met over the net and being young and impressionable, she was flattered by the copious amounts of attention he had showered on her: MSN conversations after conversations, coffee sessions, movie dates, lunches in her school.

 

She was mystiqued, intrigued, perplexed and very much interested in this guy who seemed to have an apparent interest in her, yet kept his distance from her at times.

 

Was he playing hard-to-get?

 

He had multiple online personalities, showed different sides of himself offline - sometimes a little mean, at times engaging and most of the times sarcastic in the way she liked it.

 

She didn’t want to confirm her suspicions at that point in time, but she was infatuated, most definitely.

 

The first time they had physical contact was back in school. He had always liked head massages, and because she fancied him (just a little she told herself), she never hestiated to give him one whenever he asked for one, or even when he didn’t.

 

The first time they had sexual contact was back in school as well. They went to a deserted toilet, she gave him a head massage as usual. After he cracked his joints and made his approval known about the massage, she gave him another head massage, this time at a different location.

 

They would have done the full monty, if not for the fact that she was still a student, and being a student, she was afraid there would be hidden cameras in the toilet (yes, though it was deserted). Such was the extent of her wild imagination.

 

Later, they did do the full monty, and several times at that. Only, after they did, she felt something, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something was not right.

 

He wasn’t that mysterious, that intriguing, that perplexing or interesting anymore.

 

Funny how sex changes everything.

 

She told him they should stop. He agreed, although not without some hesitation.

 

Two years on, both of them are good friends: MSN conversations after conversations, coffee sessions, movie dates, lunches in her school.

 

She still gives him head massages, only this time round, at the right location.

 

He’s back to being that mysterious, intriguing, perplexing, interesting guy that she first thought he was.  

 

Funny how the lack of sex changes everything.

 

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