He's the roommate of my sister's (Siobhan-Along, here on blogspot) old college friend. She was going to meet up with them for sushi, and invited me to come along since I didn't have plans. I met up with them after work, and was instantly surprised at how I reacted to him. Especially considering I had a boyfriend. DG is tall (however, anything against my short ass would be tall), fit surfer body-type, with a glowing smile - complete with adorable laugh lines - and unnerving striking blue-green eyes. Girls would kill for his eyelashes!
I never thought I could like someone so much off the bat. But I did. It wasn't just the physical: He's super smart - studying environmental politics - witty, and worldly than most other guys I've ever met. We both felt the mutual attraction. We had playful, open conversation all night.
I couldn't shut up about him the whole car ride home.
We kept in touch here and there for a while after we met. Sporadically IMing about life, relationships, and general chit chat. He became a friend. Someone I could vent to when being in a long distance relationship sucked (as it often did), and to get guy advice when Tobes was being an idiot. In return, he talked openly with me and asked for advice about his dating troubles. My sisters thought I should just date him, since he's my age, available, and extremely attractive.
But, of course, I didn't want to throw away my relationship on a crush.
Oh, the beauty of hindsight.
So, needless to say, when I found him - in my matches no less! - I figured it was a sign.
I sent him a cute "Fancy meeting you here ;)", and it started. He asked what brought me to a dating site, and I told him about Tobes' and my split.
"His loss. It's nice to know there's at least one gorgeous, sane girl on this site ;)"
We weren't messaging for long until he gave me his number and told me I could text him whenever. But I'm a lady, so naturally, I gave him my digits and waited for him to text me. And he did. We talked about everyday things for a few weeks or so: plans for Halloween, my sister's upcoming nuptials etc. Then something shifted:
"You have the whole package! I honestly never stood a chance at not being interested."
We told each other how attracted we'd been to one other after we first met. He told me sweet things he liked about me:
"Like you're almost dimples." - that may sound weird, but that text made me like him even more.
Not many guys I've been with, have told me something they like about me that isn't all that noticeable. For instance, my second ex, Carl, noticed I pout my lips out slightly when I'm thinking. You know people are special when they pay attention to the little things (until they break your heart, I suppose).
Things from there quickly escalated:
"You've even caused a 'situation' over here ;)"
We made plans to hang out. But they kept falling through (see what I mean about my timing?!) due to him catching a cold, him having paddle-board races on the weekends (did I mention he's fit?), me going away for a week for my sister's wedding, and the Thanksgiving holiday.
Throughout that time, our texting turned into those of the sexting variety. Which I've always found kinda funny, but it was easy with him. The tension was pretty insane.
Finally, we made plans to hangout, and...well, sleep together.
Mostly sleep together.
We'd talked about this a lot. We both weren't looking for a relationship - he was actively looking for jobs out of state; I'd only been single for four months - but we couldn't deny that we wanted to jump each other's bones (really badly). We decided we'd hang out/casually date on occasion, but also have amazing benefits. He was extremely open and mature about it. He even brought up protection first.
"I'd love to have you spend the night."
Eventually, that Saturday night after the Thanksgiving holiday came around. I felt a little weird about it. I've never met up with someone for the preconceived notion of having sex. But there was something exciting about it. He texted me while I was getting ready:
"It's been so long since I've seen you, I'm getting butterflies!"
The whole drive over I was thinking about how it may go. Sure, our sexting sounded hot, but hopefully it would happen as smoothly and easily when it came time to get down to business.
Then I got that feeling. I was nervous. Excited, even. I realised I was having what I call "The Flip": that butterflies induced feeling you get - or at least, I get - when you really know you like someone.
I've only felt that three times previously: With my three exes.
Shit.
I also go through this whole "forgetting" what someone looks like. Obviously, I knew I was into him. But it had been over a year since I'd even seen or spoken to the guy. We had talked on the phone once after we reconnected, and he sounded even sexier than I remembered.
I called him to come out when I pulled into his apartment complex. I'm directionally challenged, and needed help finding the visitor parking there.
A guy started walking down the path, and I almost didn't realise it was him. I didn't think it was possible that someone could get more attractive.
He opened the door and slid into my passenger seat. Holy shit. He looked even better than I remembered. He'd grown his hair out longer than when I'd met him, and he had kept his beard from No-shave November. Not to mention, all those surfing sessions and paddle board competitions throughout the year had given him a nice tan, and a super toned body.
I parked and went to get my things from the backseat. He came around and gave me a hug. Damn, he felt good. He took me back up to his place to drop my overnight things off.
"Ready?" For what?
He leaned in and kissed me.
Sweet. Jesus.
I had to pull myself away, otherwise we'd never make it to dinner. He took me out to a Sushi place, conveniently located across the street from the apartment complex. We ordered some rolls and he ordered us a bottle of Cabernet. We carried on relatively normal conversation, even though I suspect we were both thinking about what the other one looked like underneath our clothes.
He looked really good. Handsome. He was in a fitted grey and white striped t-shirt that hugged his arms and chest in all the right places, jeans, and these cool slip-on Vans.
He kept grinning at me from across the table with that whole I'm getting laid tonight expression on his face. It was pretty sexy.
He whispered a few naughty things into my ear, which I'll save for the privacy of my memory ;)
When the check came, we both had a nice little buzz going from our two glasses each of the wine. He pulled out his credit card, no hesistations. A gentleman. We shimmied back across the street to his place, my arm around his waist, my hand fishing for his ass in his back pocket, his arm around my shoulder.
I'll spare you the details of what obviously happened next.
He was immensely sweet about it all. He'd had music playing in the background, he lit a candle. Part of me still doesn't know if it was for show, or just him.
As far as execution went, it was even better than the texts. ;)
He cuddled with me for most of the night, and into the morning. Sometimes even holding me close and kissing me on the forehead.
I realised...I could really get used to this.
Double shit.
