Stav,
Wow. Thanks so much for the compliments. Although we communicate only in this virtual medium, you're like so many of my friends locally who, as they've told me, have my back with a box cutter. They're being figurative, of course, except the one who coined it. She's beautifully insane and probably is not exaggerating. You're a reminder, Stav, that physical presence is not necessary to make another person feel supported and even emboldened.
Your support is so kind, that I almost fear that I will come across as defending the man who may soon cause me pain. But I know that he brings with him a number of sexual preferences over which he has very little control. If ultimately he cannot handle my pre-op status, there's little that either of us can do about it. I won't try and I really don't want to be around a guy who's working through discomfort. The only thing he has control over is how he treats me in the process of coming to terms with how he deals with a new sexual frontier. And so far, he's been kind and respectful. Yes, I could have used a couple of reassuring texts yesterday or a phone call yesterday, but he's been very kind to give both of us the chance. And I'm really grateful to this man with whom I've gotten to share my first two dates and my first physical intimacy as my authentic self. As long as he's kind when he breaks it off (assuming that he does), I will have nothing but gratitude when I remember him. Of course, I'll cry, but crying is something I do almost every day, so it's really not a big deal--one of the welcome privileges of being female.
So, we'll see how Tuesday goes, if it does goes at all. I have a dress that I think I look pretty cute in, and I have been reserving for an intimate date. It's not really that short, but it's short for me. Trust me; I'm not going to make this easy for him.