In the most sarcastic voice, I heard, “Who says we are going to meet seven times?” I was ready to explode. My ears started popping. Now it was my turn to put a hand over my mouth. There I was, trying to boss him around and from the conversations we’d had, I would imagine that he is always the boss. He’s probably not used to anyone telling him what to do, especially a woman! But this is why I am beginning to want more than just a friendship. I love the way that he tries to boss me. Just occasionally I will let him know that I too can be assertive. I intend to strip him of his power, at least for a brief moment now and again. Like last week when I smoothed my legs and removed his hand, preventing him from touching me. I was definitely in charge on that occasion. Trying to put on an authorita
