I made a post looking for masked hookups, to enjoy a summer of fucking and playing and not letting things get too deep after having my heart broken. Every connection has fallen through before we even met up. But then there's this one, God, there's this one. This one who has been tenderly caressing the place where it hurts. I do not know if I'm ready to walk the garden path with someone new again, but sitting on the bench at it's entrance with them has been lovely.