presence is foreplay — the truth about why women open up to him | musing no. 46
she didn’t open up because of charm or luck. she opened up because she finally felt safe.
for a long time, i thought i was just lucky.
lucky that the women i’d been with were sensual, open, and uninhibited.
but it wasn’t luck.
it was safety.
i’ve always been a details guy. i notice everything. her favorite color. her favorite flower. the drink she orders without thinking. the song that makes her close her eyes.
i remember it all. because i listen. because presence is my love language.
when we’re together, i’m not scrolling through my phone or half-listening. i’m there. fully. i plan moments with precision — a charcuterie board built around her favorite things, a vase with her flowers, her playlist running low in the background, the restaurant she once mentioned months ago.
i’ve always said it:
*my present to you is being present.*
and that’s what most men don’t understand.
when she feels seen, remembered, and safe — she exhales. that’s when she stops performing. that’s when she becomes herself.
even in desire, it’s never about taking.
it’s about giving.
when i talk about what i want, it’s always in the language of her pleasure — i can’t wait to taste you. i can’t wait to make you lose control. and she knows i mean it.
a woman will melt for the man who makes her feel like she can finally breathe.
one of you said it best this week — if men just learned presence, safety, and a few small details, they’d never struggle again.
they could have whoever they want. all the sex the could ever want.
and she’d never fake a thing.
presence is foreplay.
and safety is the real turn-on.
— author
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It’s a very intimate “reciprocal altruism,” actually, which I’m largely a fan of because I like win-wins … and what you describe so lucidly and compellingly is the ultimate win for both parties.
“… a woman will melt …” like watching an ice cream cone melt on a July day. Lots of licking.