Parting with Boy

This past Saturday, I went to see the boy, and we had a great day together: both kinky and vanilla. We played quite a bit (cbt, spanking, puppy play, etc.) and then watched some anime together. When it came time for me to leave, he took me to the station to catch my bus back to Boston. On the way, we had a discussion about religion, where I realized how incompatible our religious beliefs were, me Muslim and him atheist. (I think he has a lot of good points and good reasons for why he believes as he does; it's just that we come to starkly different conclusions.) We got to the station and went upstairs to hang out for a while.

At this point, he gave me back the bracelet I'd given him to signify his being under consideration, saying that he couldn't accept it. Which was not devastating to me, since I had also started to feel like maybe it wasn't a match. We ended up having a conversation, where we agreed it was a good experience and clarified our feelings about BDSM and power-exchange.

When my bus got there, we bid each other good-bye and agreed to keep in touch. As the bus left the station, I started to feel a pang inside, like I missed him and maybe even didn't want to be separated from him. Of course, it passed, and I felt at peace with it. I think the big takeaway is: We had a good week together as Sir and boy, and we both learned some things about ourselves. For myself, I think I learned the importance of moving slowly into arrangements, even if it's just an "under consideration" situation. I still have yet to master the art of "moving slowly," but I am certainly trying. I look forward to seeing where things go in the future.