What a Fantastic Sunday
Sunday was great. It was one of the best Sundays I've had in ages. In fact if I had to describe my ideal Sunday, that would pretty much have been it.
I had been out the night before for a meal with some friends and had had a really nice time. And, because I had driven on that night out, when I awoke in my bed at 10:20am on Sunday morning I felt fabulous. Then a thought struck me! Oh god it was almost 10:30 and D would be arriving in about one hour. Crap. A quick text explaining my predicament bought me some time. Luckily he had also slept in.
So at about 12:30 a little rap on my door signaled the arrival of D. D is a guy I've been seeing- yes he's the chicken dance boy. I was, and probably still am, being very careful and not rushing into anything. So it was a very nice feeling when I opened the door and saw a gorgeous, tall, smiling man on my doorstep.
I never had the 'oh my god I want to shag you now' feeling with D., like I usually have with other guys I go out with. Yet there was/ is something about him that has made me want to continue to see him. We really do have lots to talk about, I enjoy his company and he is very sweet. I think these are all valid reasons to keep seeing someone, even if you don't feel the need to sleep with them after the first date. This is my new strategy, seeing if something will develop. Something that is actually meaningful. Something that goes a bit deeper than physical lust.
So he turns up. We are a bit awkward at first. You see, it is actually quite annoying that he doesn't call between dates, he just texts. I think I loose the connection and closeness that we build up if we dont talk for days.
We drink some tea then go out for a very long walk on a beautiful crisp winter day. Then we go to my local for food and lots of lovely red wine.
I bet you are starting to see why this day is just so perfect.
We talk and talk. We havent even kissed yet on this date. We are too busy talking. It's a constant stream of 'I so agree' , 'I know what you mean', and 'I think so too'
The kissing begins on the couch when we get back. It feels a bit weird. I have tried not to open myself up, to get too close to anyone after the last disaster when I had my heart broken in two and shredded up into a pulp. This closeness with another person is quite scary. I know I'm holding back. Can he sense it too?
I don't want to spoil it, but I'm so scared of getting hurt again that I can't imagine giving myself completely to anyone again. Of being in love again. Of opening myself up for more heartbreak. Afterall, I've been doing fine on my own.
But all the talk, the excitement, the cuddling on the couch do all add up to the best Sunday. So maybe I will give this a go. See what happens.
Wish me luck Cx
I had been out the night before for a meal with some friends and had had a really nice time. And, because I had driven on that night out, when I awoke in my bed at 10:20am on Sunday morning I felt fabulous. Then a thought struck me! Oh god it was almost 10:30 and D would be arriving in about one hour. Crap. A quick text explaining my predicament bought me some time. Luckily he had also slept in.
So at about 12:30 a little rap on my door signaled the arrival of D. D is a guy I've been seeing- yes he's the chicken dance boy. I was, and probably still am, being very careful and not rushing into anything. So it was a very nice feeling when I opened the door and saw a gorgeous, tall, smiling man on my doorstep.
I never had the 'oh my god I want to shag you now' feeling with D., like I usually have with other guys I go out with. Yet there was/ is something about him that has made me want to continue to see him. We really do have lots to talk about, I enjoy his company and he is very sweet. I think these are all valid reasons to keep seeing someone, even if you don't feel the need to sleep with them after the first date. This is my new strategy, seeing if something will develop. Something that is actually meaningful. Something that goes a bit deeper than physical lust.
So he turns up. We are a bit awkward at first. You see, it is actually quite annoying that he doesn't call between dates, he just texts. I think I loose the connection and closeness that we build up if we dont talk for days.
We drink some tea then go out for a very long walk on a beautiful crisp winter day. Then we go to my local for food and lots of lovely red wine.
I bet you are starting to see why this day is just so perfect.
We talk and talk. We havent even kissed yet on this date. We are too busy talking. It's a constant stream of 'I so agree' , 'I know what you mean', and 'I think so too'
The kissing begins on the couch when we get back. It feels a bit weird. I have tried not to open myself up, to get too close to anyone after the last disaster when I had my heart broken in two and shredded up into a pulp. This closeness with another person is quite scary. I know I'm holding back. Can he sense it too?
I don't want to spoil it, but I'm so scared of getting hurt again that I can't imagine giving myself completely to anyone again. Of being in love again. Of opening myself up for more heartbreak. Afterall, I've been doing fine on my own.
But all the talk, the excitement, the cuddling on the couch do all add up to the best Sunday. So maybe I will give this a go. See what happens.
Wish me luck Cx
posted by Freak girl at 11:48 AM
1 Comments:
Sounds fantastic! Sometimes you just have to let go and take the chance. You got over the heartache the last time right? Sometimes you just have to take the chance...Good luck babe!
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