I both love and hate this sentence equally. The inner delusional romantic in me screams "no-it should always lead to love!) Yet, the truth is sometimes it doesn't. And that may be equally enthralling. Great sex is often hard to come by.
Yet there is a jumping off point. What if emotions are already heavily involved? This is where lines may become blurred. In a perfect world two people who just want great sex meet each other and fuck-no ties, no expectations. No messiness. Often however this isn't how it works. Don't get me wrong, the former "Gina Sometimes" is capable of having sex without expectations but it's known up front. Easy, fun. I have a friend with whom this is an absolute given. We can (and have in the past) have fabulous sex and that's that. He goes back to his life and I go back to mine. But if I dig deep enough and confide my inner most secrets, I have found that the best kind of sex is where emotions are involved and there is at least a considerable percentage that it's actually going to progress into something more. Again this too is a rarity I've only experienced with few people( mainly my ex husbands. And although we are now divorced, it still clearly progressed).
Which leads me to this...do I dare allow myself to be emotionally vulnerable? It's terrifying. I'd rather know up front--is this simply just for fun or is this possibly the real deal. I don't know the answer which is why crushes are called just that. You may become crushed to death. In the end I would have to say jump in. Maybe not all the way-just test the waters.
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