"How we met" or "How meeting with you is always like the first time"

--- This is an entry for the "How We Met" Writing Contest ---

How we met was, well, not out of the ordinary for our era and not especially interesting.

When you first talked to me on the dating app that brought us together I just thought you were a random cis straight white boy who’ll annoy me. But man, was I (partially haha) wrong. The topics we talked about weren’t the most intriguing.. but you were.

First time we met face to face there wasn’t a spark, but you did make me want to see you again. You kissed me and although we weren’t really in sync it was really nice. You were so forward and so honest in you touches, your words, your kisses. Your honest way of being is one of the things I like most about you to this day.
I didn’t know if you’d message me. But you did.

The next time we met was the first time we had sex. It was playful and beautiful and even though neither of us came, it was extremely pleasurable. Just touching your flesh and having your hands all over me always makes me feel warm all over, ever since that first time. Your touches and words soothe me beyond words.

After that we kept meeting, and meeting, and meeting. But for me it’s always like the first time. I am uncertain of what we are, where we stand. You kiss me on Friday but on Wednesday not even a peck. It’s always like meeting for the first time with you because I never know what’s going to happen next. And at first it scared me. The uncertainty was agony. But now I feel that the feeling of meeting you for the first time all the time is so good, because it’s so raw. It’s like reading your favorite book for the first time over and over again. The uncertainty hurts, sure, it can still be agony, but isn’t it worth it? It is for me.