Your voice, as shallow as this sounds, makes the filling in my teeth hurt. I know all you're trying to do is have us meet for our first time, but I don't want to now. We've briefly talked on the phone a few times (enough times that it makes my hair stand up when you enunciate certain words, because your high-pitched squeal doesn't match you're fuck-me-now face.) Even though we've never met, I had to talk you out of masturbating while on the phone. I get that we're adults, and I get that our conversation went sexual for a second, but you also explained to me that you don't watch porn alone or go to strip clubs. You said I don't ever have to worry about walking in on you masturbating to girls on the computer. But, I want to walk in on my partner purposely masturbating knowing I'm coming home and will catch him, 'cause it's fucking hot. What I don't want is to listen to you orgasm with your voice sounding like I kinda want to feel if your balls actually fell. I canceled a second time on you today. And you're mad. And I'm sorry.—Anonymous