For the most part, it's usually been the guy making the first move.
I can only think of three times in my life I've started things.
The first was in a disco in the late 70s. I just
had to have this one particular guy (hot hot hot) and after a dance or two, asked him if he wanted to get out and walk on the beach. (And yes, we did it under the boardwalk. Those were the promiscuous days.
)
Not sure if this counts, but for me the second was my to-be first husband, back in 1980. After our first date, he wanted to sleep on the couch. I wanted him in bed with me. I told him so. He did sleep in the bed but he left his clothes on. (He wanted to break up with his current ladyfriend before sleeping with me.
)
And the last... became my last longterm relationship. We'd known each other for two years+ through work. I finally agreed to dinner with him and we went back to my place and played Scrabble. When he was getting ready to leave and I put my hands on the sides of his face and told him he wasn't going anywhere and kissed him.
