When i was first pregnant with DD, literally days after conception i started to get butterflies consantly, or like my tummy would flip all the time iyswim??
after a few days she began walking home with close to mine she would head to her house.seemed innocent enough.
At first, I resented the implication that I might be one of those women who undercuts herself in pursuit of a man.
Then I remembered the steak knife, and there was no "might be" about it: I put a moratorium on belly-dwelling winged insects, avoiding any man who even mildly affected my pulse. After playing interested for one or two dates with a ho-hum but eager fellow, I couldn't bring myself to return his calls.
My boyfriend has given me a lot in the year-and-a-half we've been together: a belly rub when I ate an entire pepperoni pizza in one sitting, a flat-screen TV when my '80s model finally self-destructed, plus the usual jewelry, cards, and flowers. Since sixth grade, the best way for me to gauge my attraction to a guy has been to check for a sense of anxiety bordering on torture, an ache that signals the countless ways in which I consider him out of my league — and thus worth pining for.
It peaked in my 20s, when I met the black Dylan Mc Kay — a sinewy, brooding, inscrutable bad boy.