The curse of divergent drives

Last night I drove up to BN2's place after work for dinner. I was hoping that over the course of the evening we would have a chance to talk about our relationship, discerning where each of us wanted to go and how quickly each of us thought we should go there. Once dinner was over I was hoping that there would be an opportunity to suggest that maybe it would be wise to slow down a bit, to concentrate on friendship for a while and see if anything more profound naturally evolved from that.

Instead I just had sex with him. Twice.

I don't think my brain and my hormones are quite on the same page.