From the NYT:
For our first date, he took an Uber to my apartment through a winter storm. As the snow fell outside, we sat close on my couch while he talked touchingly about poetry. Two hours in, I was hoping he would kiss me, and he did.
He was a sweet kisser. For an hour we sat with his hand cupped behind my ear, kissing and talking.
We had met on Tinder. I was nearly 30 and he was 24, but our age gap somehow seemed a lot larger than five years. Not because he acted especially young. It was more that when it came to sex and foreplay, he acted so differently from guys my age, asking for my consent about nearly everything.
“Is it O.K. if we go to the bedroom?” he said.
I wrote a short Twitter thread about this story:
Here is @Vermeullarmine writing in the Josias about the distant method of politics as practiced in a liberal polity: https://t.co/yEXZA7lNYQ pic.twitter.com/ImULfung5O
— Jake Meador (@jake_meador) September 7, 2018
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