People think the most perfect moments in a relationship are those when the hint of attraction is there but not yet confirmed — and they are certainly the most volcanic, filled with the rush and flush of possible desire, possible emotions, walking the wire of anticipation, unknowing yet of the pitfalls that might lie in wait — those moments make us feel excruciatingly alive, open, nervous systems on fire with potential. They’re not the reason we seek another’s company though. They’re impossible to sustain, like most euphoric highs, and they will resolve into a path to something, one way or the other. Every stage of a relationship brings its own high but the most potent are the fit between two people, the ability to be oneself and the freedom to do so.
Might just be semantics, but “playing” has never seemed a good thing, in my mind, even with —…