I've bottled/cancelled/got cold feet/woken up and smelt the coffee...blah blah....

There's something not right. Not sure what, but something just seems not right. With him I mean.

The precision of his fantasies.
The precision of his language.
The exactness of his desires and expectations.

I know there is always a risk, a danger and those of you who read those early posts before PIP existed know very well the risks I have taken in the past...to just get that fix.

It's not even nerves.

I just know it's not right. Intuition has never been wrong with situations like this and there is an alarm bell ringing somewhere...so...still looking, seeking, searching, yearning...