After our first date, I was just floating on air. I wanted to see Gigs again, but I knew I had to stay calm and let him make the moves. I was turning over a new leaf after all.
Our first date was Thursday and on Friday he asked me if he could see me again Saturday. Yes, please! He told me that he wanted me to pick what we did. I had no idea what to say and it was a phone call so unlike a text, I felt on the spot. I knew it was supposed to rain all Saturday so I suggested a movie day at my house. I quickly regretted this because it put us too close to my bed and I already had soaking wet panties from our mini make-out session.
He said we were going to day drink and watch movies. I joked that he just wanted to take advantage of me. I also informed my roommate of the plans and asked that he sit in the living room with us while we had our “second date”.
Gigs got here around 10 am. He came with supplies to make pomegranate mojitos. So good. We sat on the sofa and had a little to drink. The tv was on the whole time, but I really couldn’t tell you what we watched. Some stand-up and some comedy… What matters is the conversation. It just flows between us. It did from day one. We would steal kisses here and there. Then it turned into a roaming hand here and there. Eventually my roommate left the room for good.
That’s when it happened.
We were standing there and he looked at me and said, “I really like you.”
What kind of man admits his feelings like that? The man of my dreams, that’s who. He had me then and there.
We decided soon after that to move cuddles to my bed. I know. But at least i made it to date two, right?!?
I’m going to spare you our bedroom details. Not because it was boring. Believe me, it wasn’t. But it was loving. It was the first time in my life that I felt like someone was making love to me and not fucking me. I had never experienced anything like that before in my life. I’ve decided to keep these details to myself this time.
We eventually ventured out to grab dinner and then decided to get things to cook breakfast together in the morning(one of his favorite things). We got back to the house and laughed and talked more. And then another strange thing happened. I fell asleep wrapped up in his arms. That doesn’t happen. It felt so good and so natural.
Now you know how people say I knew I was in love when…..Well…here is that part of our story.
We woke up around five am which is normal for us. One of the pups started crying that she needed to go out. I got up and told him I was going to go the bathroom, then let the dogs out and I would be back. I go to the bathroom, I come out, and my room is empty.
He took the dogs out for me. The first night he slept over. Really? That was the moment.
We went back to bed for a bit and then got up and made breakfast. And I do mean we. He helped. And then back to bed.
He had a 2:00 meeting that afternoon, or else I don’t think we would have ever left my bed.