I Like to Be Touched
I like tactile men, men who reassure you that you have their attention.
The other night I was dining with Gianni, the Italian guy who drove me to Rome as a favour, and whom I have seen a number of times since, and we have become close friends. He has massaged my feet, and shown me a good deal of consideration.
He is genuine in his appreciation and tactile in his attentions, gentle and unassuming, which I like, but, too, he is cheeky and determined.
The other night I was dining with Gianni, the Italian guy who drove me to Rome as a favour, and whom I have seen a number of times since, and we have become close friends. He has massaged my feet, and shown me a good deal of consideration.
He is genuine in his appreciation and tactile in his attentions, gentle and unassuming, which I like, but, too, he is cheeky and determined.