Well, with GG now back from Genoa we've had a chance to talk on the phone to catch up with stuff generally and to make plans for the weekend. It was all going well. Like any other conversation really, except that she was a bit emotional as we haven’t seen each other for a while and had wanted me to go away with her. And then it happened.
"I have some plans for Saturday", she said.
"Do you? What sort of plans?"
"Just some more games…"
"Ah… some more games. I think we might have to talk about this, babe."
Talk we did. Trying to deal with this when things are still delicate because of the "newness" of it all isn't easy, and we seemed to just go round in circles. In the end I had no choice. "GG, you’re not listening to me, and I really think you should. So I’m going to say it again..."
So... I explained that I don't necessarily want to have decisions made for me s*xually. That the times for these "games" is later, when the s*x is more comfortable, more natural... when we understand each other's bodies a little better. We talked these things through, and GG cried for a minute or two. Mostly, I think, because she thought I might be saying I didn't want her. But possibly because I was telling her that I won’t accept her tendency, or maybe her need, to control.
In the end, I think we were okay. But it was a difficult call, and time will tell. And, I guess, I need to understand the issues that are lying beneath the surface, although that's something that will require some patience on my part, and at this moment my patience is limited. I'm close to saying "f*ck it". Tomorrow - today now - is going to be something of a test, for both of us. It's going to be about a lot of things, but not about games – they can wait.