I have known Jasmina for years, and we have been great pals for most of that time, but it has never crossed my mind to get the better of her. Until a few days ago, that is. When I called her last night, she was friskier than usual, as well. It must be the spring. Whatever it is, I will go to see her on Sunday, and it is most likely that we will end up in bed. After our call, which got a bit raunchy in places, I jerked off. As I am writing, my dick is getting swollen. Given our bawdy friendship, we may have a jolly fuck, which is a real pleasure to savor in anticipation.

All this puzzles me a bit. Jasmina has long been showing signs of interest in me as a man, but always in a chummy sort of way. There has never been any pressure from her, which would have made me run away pretty fast. The main reason I have never reacted to her gentle nudges is that I have never felt attracted to her. Not the least. She is not only not my type, whatever that is supposed to mean, but she is not an attractive woman by any stretch of the imagination. Except for her hands and feet, she is not a looker. This is what I told Lauren some months ago, when she insinuated, in a fishing sort of way, that I had known Jasmina a bit better than I had let on.

However, Jasmina is bright. She is from Belgrade, and so we share the language and the juicy humor of the place. Her charms are cumulative, as it were. In retrospect, she has been pretty clever about the two of us, as well. She let things develop slowly, slowly. So slowly, in fact, that I have been caught by surprise. In the bargain, I have learned a lesson in courtship, too. You can get what you want if you can wait long enough. Perhaps you also have to accept the possibility that you will never get what you want. This is something women are much better at than men are. Most men, that is.

Addendum (April 9, 2000)

Nothing happened today, of course. In retrospect, the very idea of going to bed with Jasmina was preposterous. This afternoon we spent a few hours together. We had a bottle of wine; we had some bread and cheese; we talked and talked. It was a pleasure to be with her, as always. But going to bed was simply unimaginable. Better, it was absurd. Praise the Lord!