12-01-2024, 02:09 AM
I had an experience with someone who thought screaming at the top of her lungs was sexy. Like, I’m all for enthusiasm, but this was next-level. She’d scream so loud, I was genuinely worried the neighbors would call the cops. And it wasn’t just volume; it was what she was screaming. Stuff like, “YES, DESTROY ME!” I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, even though it was just the two of us.
It got so bad that I started holding back because I didn’t want her to go full banshee mode. The weirdest part? She wasn’t even that into it; it felt like she was acting for some imaginary audience. I don’t know if she watched too many adult films or what, but it was definitely off-putting.
Enthusiasm is great, but there’s a fine line between being passionate and being cartoonish. When it starts feeling fake, it’s hard to stay connected. For me, it’s about being in sync with the other person—not putting on some kind of performance.
Have any of you had to deal with something similar? How do you handle it without making the other person feel self-conscious?
It got so bad that I started holding back because I didn’t want her to go full banshee mode. The weirdest part? She wasn’t even that into it; it felt like she was acting for some imaginary audience. I don’t know if she watched too many adult films or what, but it was definitely off-putting.
Enthusiasm is great, but there’s a fine line between being passionate and being cartoonish. When it starts feeling fake, it’s hard to stay connected. For me, it’s about being in sync with the other person—not putting on some kind of performance.
Have any of you had to deal with something similar? How do you handle it without making the other person feel self-conscious?