‘It’s not you, or me, it’s us. We’re not good for each other. Surely you have to see that too.’ I walked in with a heavy heart and some trep...dation over the idea of finally hashing it all out. And then my big speech was effectively cut to ribbons by the image that greeted me. There she was, naked and lounging on her side, propped up on an elbow atop a brand new surfboard that was positioned and perfectly balanced across my low coffee table. As if her sprawl wasn’t jaw-dropping enough, she’d. ”“You aren’t the first one to note that I treat girls I consider serious possibilities for the long-term differently. As you crudely, but succinctly put it, a ‘piece of ass’ versus potential spouse.”“I’m curious, and I will not be upset, but you would have refused to fuck me if you’d thought I was a potential spouse from the get-go, right?”“Probably. Or at least until I had a good idea where things were going.”“Why is that?”“It’s too easy to confuse sex for a true, intimate relationship, and it. People were hurting each other everywhere I looked! Not just deliberately saying hurtful things to someone - although there was certainly no shortage of that - but in many other ways too.A simple example would be a group where an idea had just been suggested and everyone's opinion was being sought. People would take turns speaking until it got to a Person V (for "Victim"). Rather than letting V speak, the next person would immediately give his opinion, cutting V out.In any group there were. "Yep." I looked to the window, but all I could see was my reflection. "Guess we're stuck for a bit."She giggled. "Could be worse, I suppose." she said and leaned toward me. We chatted, and laughed. Her hand touched my knee a fair few times, with electrifying and enlarging effect.The passenger next to me (an older lady) got up and moved off through the carriage, and the girl shifted across to sit next to me. I could smell her perfume, and her warm breath wafted against my cheek. We continued to.