We were on the phone and he was talking to me about his frustrations with his life. He had concerns about his finances, his goals and the usual things that people deal with in life. I told him to come over to my house because I had picked up some fast food for us. He was so agitated that I acted silly to make him laugh and forget himself for a while. He sat down and poured out his day's frustrations to me. I got him a beer and let him vent. He said he was tired and wanted to lie down to watch TV. I used that for my excuse to offer a massage. I just wanted to touch him. This man makes the "female" come out of me. All my nurturing qualities surface around him. While giving him a massage, we talked about some very personal things in my life. He asked me such personal questions. We talked the entire time I was giving his massage. We talked about things I never talk about. I realized that while I wanted to touch him physically, he wanted to get close mentally. So, then I laid down in his arms and I felt so much love and comfort coming from him. I was at peace in his arms and I realized that there was no place I would rather be. Then we fell asleep together.